My Life Is A Wattpad Story. Literally.

Wattpad

Wattpad is love.

Wattpad is life.

I thought to myself as I added another story to my library. The most messy library ever. I literally added new books all the freaking time, despite having so many unread ones.

I just couldn't help it. The story descriptions were so catchy! And even the titles! Wouldn't you want to read a book that is called, 'My Possessive CEO.' Heck wouldn't you even want one? A hot, possessive, rich, arrogant CEO? Okay minus the arrogant. But then again, they end up being not-arrogant-softies in the end, for the girl always changes them CEOs. Okay hell no. Too much work.

I scoff at those nonexistent girls, for the love of my life is far grander, far more loyal, always there for me through the highs and lows of my life, infact the cause of most of those highs, the best company ever.

The one and only wattpad.

Yeah okay, I'm just a sad case with no love life. It's not like you have one so please. Just thinking about my love life is so stressful. Someone get me a fidget spinner.

Fidget spinner. Pfft. I have wattpad.

"Maggi come down for dinner!" Yelled my mother from downstairs.

"It's Margaret and not some noodle company! I'll be downstairs in five!" I yelled back. Hello, I need to finish 'Alpha' first. Best werewolf story ever, I tell you.

"What downstairs!? We live in a one story apartment with no stairs at all!" Wait what?

"My life is a lie." I replied back, as I continued reading.

The door jolted open and my mom entered my room. Like okay, thanks for knocking, you may definitely enter.

"Did I not tell you to come for dinner! And just what are you smiling to at your mobile? What am I not aware of?"

"Eh nothing much, just one of my two boyfriends. He's just sooo funny." I said, flipping my hair. Mouth filter? What is that?

"I'm sure he is. Just like you are, cause damn, you sure know how to crack a joke. Went from zero to two boyfriends in an instant. Skills." She said smirking. One savage human she is. I just glared at her in response, she left me speechless. She always does.

Never mess with mom.

That's a lesson I'm yet to learn, for I am one persistent being.

"Let me guess, using the wattpad app again?" She asked as she leaned against the door. I just nodded sheepishly in response.

"Honestly I would have preferred you texting your imaginary boyfriend over this." She said as she gave me a disappointed look.

"Puhlease. You don't even know what you're saying. This is the best app ever. With over fifty million downloads, and that's just the app! So please keep such heartbreaking preferences to yourself." I said as I placed my hand on my heart. Call me dramatic, but you don't say anything about wattpad.

"These aren't even real books." She muttered under her breath, but ofcourse my blessed -or more like cursed in this case- ears were able to hear.

"YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE MOM!" Her words deeply wound me. I have never felt so attacked in my entire life.

"I PROTEST!" I yelled as I held three fingers in the air. While my mom just facepalmed and left the door after saying something about there being no hope for me and asking me to just come for dinner.

Dinner went silently.

LOL no.

It really did not. Being the only child meant that all my parents worries were based on me. So mom had to bring my wattpad obsession up. And I had to clear up the misunderstanding about these not being 'real books'.

So basically it was quiet eventful and I obviously won the case. Or maybe my parents just gave up for I am a 'hopeless case' apparently.

And so I returned to my bedroom after my triumphant victory. I dived into my bed, grabbing my mobile and opening the one and only bae of my life.

Hours passed by as I continued reading, I started feeling dizzy eventually, what was happening in this story anyways? Some arrogant professor falling for who again?

Falling asleep was never a plan, but it always happened anyways. It was a part of the everyday life cycle.

Little did I know that my life cycle was about to take a 360° turn.