~Prologue~
Ninah's POV
I spend my days doing nothing, caring of nothing, procrastinating. Well that's the life of a teenager who watches minecraft videos and has an unhealthy obsession with them. I'm assuming others can relate.
With my eighteen years of age and owning my own apartment, everything is much more simpler. Lonely, yes, at times. But being a depressed, anxious, self harming mess, you get used to loneliness.
I'm a sensitive person. I'm already so broken up I believe the insults I've been told, rather disagreeing or telling myself no.
I've tried once. When I say tried I mean, y'know, murder. Of my own life.
But the only reason why I haven't tried again- besides the fact my family is worried about my sanity, and that makes me happy; that they're worried about me- was because of the YouTubers. They've intrigued me to the point where I don't want to die, just because I'm so curious on how they end a Let's Play or an Adventure Map. Silly, I know, but we all have our reasons to live. An they just so happen to be mine. If I met them, boy-o-boy would my life change.
~Chapter One~
Mat's POV
I've actually never been more annoyed with my fans. I love them more than anything, but seeing as I can't get onto my own Skype, is frustrating.
I don't know how, I don't know who, nor do I know why, but some one has given out my Skype name. On some social media site, I'm assuming. So for the past ten minutes, I've been getting spammed requests from people. Instead of making a whole new Skype, I figured might as well see how all of this happened. Right? Scrolling down the abundance of requests, I choose one girl, and hope she can actually explain all of this.
Ninah's POV
I sat on my couch, scrolling down the dash of my tumblr, and my twitter timeline. Just an average Saturday night. I look to my TV thats been muted for the past few hours, and the food channel is what I've been watching. As i scroll through my tumblr dash, i see people are just flaunting the Skype names of famous YouTubers.
Me, being curious, I went to see if they were actually real. I logged into Skype, and searched up the first person I saw: TheNoochM.
To my surprise, up popped his name, Mathew Nucciarone. I grew anxious and nervous. I couldn't request him, I can only imagine how annoyed he already is with all of the requests.
Although, I pondered the thought for a few minutes. It continuously resulted to my thoughts trailing away from the topic, thinking of all the things he'll probably do to the skype names, as he did when people requested him on facebook. I really didnt want people to find my Skype, so I left my screen as was. I looked at the time, 1:37 AM. Huh, so that's why I'm so tired. I went to close out Skype. I clicked a few times, not paying attention to anything I'm doing, then I heard a slight sound. Similar to the stereotypical bubble sound.
I looked at the screen again. When I search someone up on Skype, one's natural instinct is to add them. And stupidly, that what I did.
My eyes widened, and I frantically pushed random buttons, thinking that would undo what I did. I facepalmed pretty hard.
I didn't want to do this for the exact reason that he might get so pissed, he'd snapshot the people who added him, and post it on twitter, like he has once before.
I thought to myself, "what even are the odds of him seeing this? He'll most likely make a new one, he'll forget all of this even happened."
I comforted myself and closed Skype, then I went to bed.
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Accidental Angel (A NoochM FanFic)
FanfictionI am aware of how cliché this type of story is, but if you give the prologue a read, and try to put yourself in the protagonist's shoes, you might find it interesting.