I Want Crazy~A Taylor Caniff FanFic

Prologue:

This was one of those normal nights I have, the normal obessed teengirl night. You know, rou really need to sleep because it's school and you need to get up early in the morning. But of course is the magnificent invention the internet there to destroy your life. Well, this was one of those nights. It was 12:30 a.m. and I was stuck on twitter even though I knew my alarm would go off in 6 hours. I scrolled through the newsfeed, new release of the next Criminal Minds episode and the magconboys are excited about Chicago. Just the regular news on twitter, except for all the hate  towards the magconboy Taylor Caniff. The hate started when Taylor posted a pic on twitter when he kissed his childhood friend Evan on the cheek. That was the trigger. Now twitter is exploding with tweets about how disgusting and improper he is, tweets about how they hope he will commit suicide. That and pics of him jumping in front of different trains, edited of course, fills my newsfeed. I can't really understand how cruel people can be, over the internet and most certain, against a guy they probably never even met in real life. All this because of one picture.

These last days have the hate increased rapidly and I hopelessly thinks that something needs to be done, and that fast. In my head I have made up a loads of tweets that I've considered about tweeting to him. Because there haven't been any sign from him in a couple of days. I don't even know if he's alive. I think that maybe if he just sees one tweet about how amazing and funny he is, how gorgeous his smile is and how you get lost in his brown eyes with strains of green in them. Maybe then he will stand up for himself and show the haters that he's worth so much more. 

It was when I scrolled past the photo of him filled with the hashtags #GayTay and #Pleasedie I decided to tweet him. It doesn't matter if he will se it or not. I will at least know that I tried. I started to write a tweet about how amazing and stunning he is but when I was ready to press the send tweet button, I changed my mind. I have two options. I can either send this and try to raise his self-confidence or I can offer him a way out of the hell he's going through. After a few minutes of hesitation I chose my other option, to offer him a way out. I wrote the tweet while holding my breath and my hands shaking uncontrollably. The nervousness was insufferable. What if he actually saw the tweet. OH. MY. GOD. I can't even imagine. Correction,  I won't even imagine. Somewhere behind the blur of tears in my eyes, tears of nervousity, I pressed the send button. What a relief, it was done and I can calm down a bit. Now when the tears were gone I read what I had written.

My tweet: 

@taylorcaniff Taylor is not gay. He's with me.