This WASN'T Planned // (Weston Koury / Mario Selman Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Allison's P.O.V.

"Allison, don't be a jerk." Beth said. Bethany, or Beth for short, has been my best friend for the longest time. She has also been a fangirl for the longest time. She fangirls over these kids on the internet. I'm not saying I'm not a kid. I think were the same age as them. I'm honestly not sure, but either way I couldn't care less.

"How am I being a jerk? I just don't want to watch those stupid videos." I said plopping a potato chip in my mouth as I continued to scroll through Instagram on my laptop.

"Please Ally? Just one video, I swear you'll laugh." I looked at her as she stuck out her bottom lip. Ugh, she's lucky I love her. I rolled my eyes and turned the laptop towards her. She smiled and took the laptop off my lap and onto hers. She went on YouTube and searched up Teaching Weston how to make a Musical.ly. She clicked on a video and put the laptop on the bed in front of both of us.

The video was pretty funny, and I'll admit that I held in a few laughs. I wasn't going to laugh in front of Beth, because then she'd win and have the satisfaction of being right.

"Weston's hilarious, but I like Mario more." She smiled. She reached for the laptop once again, but I snatched it before she could get it, "You said one video." She sighed, "Fine, okay. Can you get off your laptop at least?" I sighed and nodded. I closed it and slid it under my bed. Were having a sleepover and it'd be rude for me to be on my laptop the whole time.

The Next Morning

"Did you know that Weston lives in North Carolina?" Bethany said serving the two of us orange juice at the dinner table while I prepared waffles from the toaster.

"Of course I didn't." I laughed. I quickly took the last two waffles out of the toaster and laid them on a plate. I put a plate in front of Beth and another plate in front of the chair in front of Beth where I was going to sit. I walked to the pantry to find the syrup, "Why don't you look for him and stalk him?" I said referring to Weston, since we also live in North Carolina.

She laughed, "Don't put it like that!" I shrugged and got the syrup. I walked back to the table and sat in my chair, putting the syrup on the table first.

"How hard could it be?" I said before taking a sip of orange juice.

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Authors Note:

Hi! I'm sorry this first chapter's so short and boring, stick with me! It'll hopefully get better.

Okay, bye! Thanks for reading this little chapter!