The Diary of a Fangirl

16.04.XX

"I don't understand how you could prefer Thor over Loki. Thor is literally a lump of muscle. Loki is smart and not to mention, drop-dead-gorgeous!" Tess sighed fondly.

"Loki is evil and just horrible. Thor fights for the planet and saves everyone." Jess argued.

"Oh, come on. Shannon!"

Shannon jumped and knocked off her plate of scrambled eggs that fell to the floor in a soggy lump. She was most likely blocking out the (from what I've been told are very common) Thor/Loki argument.

"Yeah?" She mumbled.

"Even though you know Sherlock's the good guy, you like Moriarty, right?" Tess asked.

"Well," Shannon paused and thought, "He does have the bad-boy sexiness but you know, rooting for the good guy is automatic. Loving the villain does take a bit of time."

"See!" Jess smiled triumphantly.

"I'm hungry. Can I stop being the referee and go get myself some waffles?" I interrupted.

"Allons-y!" Caitlynn laughed, dragging me to my feet and walking me over to the food hatches where Seth stood, with his headphones in and a faraway look in his eyes.

"Hi, Seth." I said, pulling one headphone out of his ear.

"Oh, hi." He murmured back, drizzling syrup over his pancakes.

"So, listening to the podcast?"

"Yeah."

Caitlynn and I smiled then walked back to the table.

*

"Hi, Shannon." I smiled, flopping into the armchair next to her.

We were surrounded by rows of bookshelves cradling several copies of various popular novels and series.

"Hiya." She replied, closing the book and sitting it next to her.

She wore a dress replicating the the wallpaper of 221B Baker Street,  the sunshine yellow smiley face across her chest. Her hair fell in an unbroken curtain to her mid-back that she ducked behind.

"So, what are the plans for today?"

"Mostly just sit in here. There's not much to do on the weekends."

"What about the weekdays?"

"We get visits from actors and authors and other people. Apparently, we're meeting John Green tomorrow."

"I've been thinking, is this place named after him?"

"Well, kind of. When he found out about it, he gave it a bit of money to get it started." She shrugged.

A silence fell over us and we both delved into books. Her, into Sherlock Holmes and I, into a brand new copy of The Fault in Our Stars. I'd already read it at home, and I'd packed it with me, but I kept reading until Shannon closed her book again with a quiet snap. My eyes flickered up.

"I'm gonna go. I'll see you at lights-out."

"I'm going too." I stood up and pushed the book onto the shelf with the other G's and followed Shannon out of the library and into the corridor.

She turned left towards the music rooms and I kept going straight ahead towards the room Caitlynn and I shared.

My suitcase sat on the floor, a few items of clothing scattered around it. I began shutting them into my chest of drawers, humming "Mr Pond" by Chameleon Circuit. I tucked away a Weeping Angel t-shirt, a Cyberman t-shirt, a couple of Dalek jumpers along with a long, striped scarf and a t-shirt with "COME ALONG POND!" printed across the chest in large, block capitals - not to mention several pairs of jeans and a couple of skirts. As I shut away the last pair of socks (that said EXTERMINATE! across the top), Caitlynn entered, looking windswept and rosy-cheeked.

"Come on, Mels! There's an urgent situation on the roof."

"How urgent?" I inquired.

"Very." She nodded firmly.

We both ran from the room, hopping up the three flights of stairs. The roof was windy and a few people wearing various outfits declaring their fandoms were clustered in small groups, talking excitedly. Shannon stood on the ledge of the roof in a long coat that reached her knees. Instead of straight and long, her hair was a mass of short curls. I shook my head, smiling. Shannon held a phone to her ear. I felt incredibly sorry for whoever was playing John in this reenactment. Then came the fall. Confidently, Shannon fell forward, hurtling to the ground at an incredible speed. However, she landed upon a large, squishy cushion there to catch her. Laughing, I took Caitlynn's hand and started running.

"Allons-y!" She yelled.

"Geronimo!" I screamed, leaping off the edge.

The air rushed against me as I fell, faster and faster until I hit the ground - well, cushion. We broke into a fit of laughter, rolling across the vast blue surface until we hit the gravel of the driveway.

"That was fun." Caitlynn announced, leading me back inside.

"I want to do it again."

"Me too."

By now, it was time for lunch. We both picked up a plastic-wrapped sandwich each and wandered through the winding ivory-tiled corridors, nibbling and chatting. Caitlynn asked me a few questions about home, and I asked her a few in return. By dinner, we were both bursting out laughing when one of us referenced a funny story.

We both went to bed, hooting with laughter.