My Fictional Boyfriend

Chapter 1 ~ Overview

High school...

Homework.
School dance.
Prom.
Best friends.
Crushes.
Celebrities.

Vampires?
Werewolves?
Hunters?
Rebels?
Demigods?

And...

Fictional Boyfriends?

Believe it or not, I spent the past years of sixteen years of existence among all those things listed above. Some thought I was crazy and weird, but it did not matter because I was surrounded by people I could be crazy with.

Hey, I'm Ella. I belonged in society's category of normal, exposed in the worldly routine limited to eating, sleeping, and fangirling. Yes, it was indeed a big word for me: Fangirling. I was shunned by haters, while others think I was crazy. I honestly did not care; I loved fangirling. Sadly, this hobby of mine did not only come with one or two things, it involved hundreds and infinite stuff. I breathed for books, I craved my weekly TV series and I lived a social life mostly powered by the internet.

I woke up each day imagining I opened a brand new chapter of my own book or the continuation of yesterday's; I sat in class thinking there was someone narrating whatever was going on in my mind; and as I closed my eyes to sleep, I recalled the memorable details I could possibly retell on other chapters coming in my story. As I passed one chapter after another, page over page, I prayed that my story would be a best-seller, something that could be seen in bookstores years after it was even published.

"So, are you going to join me or not?" Liam asked me. He had been complaining about my lack of participation in our group homework.

"Let me just finish this chapter," I replied. It did not matter if he was the bookworm police; pausing a chapter midway was just a capital sin in the state of Ella Gomez. "Patience is the key. You once told me that, especially when you don't know the reason why to hold up." He usually got annoyed when I used his own words against him. Liam could be obnoxious sometimes. If I was given a chance to give him a taste of his own medicine, that always made me smile

This bookworm police—oh I meant Liam, my best friend—was of average height, two or three inches taller than me and had curly black hair that he always tried to fix using hair wax but failed. We were bestfriends for as long as I could remember.

After reaching the end of another adventurous chapter, I let out a sigh and closed the book. "So, what now?" I stuffed the book inside my bag and stared at him dreamily.

"What now?" he asks incredulously. I could imagine his nostrils flared, like he was about to let out a hungry lion within him. "You just wasted more than thirty minutes of our precious time. We need to finish before sunset."

Our miniature city, a messy masterpiece of cardboards and boxes, sat on the table in front of us. It looked like an unfinished train wreck. Liam sat on the other end of the couch; moving close to him was a challenge now that there was a wild animal hiding behind his nostrils. I patted him playfully and asked for his forgiveness—as usual. "Sorry, Liam. I was hooked. You should check it out."

He flinched away, "I don't want to talk about those freaking books right now, Ella. I want this done. Every time I see you, you're like a distant drone—always holding a book to your nose, blogging in that cellphone of yours, or drooling at some TV series!" My best friend shook his head with regret. "You need to live in reality, Ella. You have to get your job done here in reality first before you have a vacation there in fiction." Tension started to build up in atmosphere like a kettle about to boil.

Before I could explain my side, his mom walked in with a tray of juice, "Everything all right here? You both okay?" We nodded. "Okay, finish what you're doing, so you can go home early. I don't want your parents to get worried."