Dear Diary (A Hunter Hayes Fanfic)

Chapter 14. Conversations

So I guess we're going with option number 1! Be prepared, because the first time they meet is so cute (in my opinion). Not coming for awhile, but it will get here eventually Xx

Chapter 14

Laurel's POV

I reread the message over a few times in my head, really letting the words sink in.

Someone wants to talk to me.

A real human being wants to have a conversation with me.

To say that I am not the most popular would be an understatement. I am a complete and utter nobody. The only exception to that rule is when I am online or listening to Hunter Hayes, but no matter how much I talk to him he will never talk back and all of this youtube stuff has made the nobody-ness even worse.

After taking this in for a moment, I decided that I needed to reply. This is a critical moment in the construction of a conversation. If I did this wrong they would hate me and never want to speak to me again.

I slowly let my hands fall to the keyboard. I instinctively tapped the keys like I always did when I was thinking.

I needed to sound thankful, because after all they said that I was awesome. I strongly disagree with that statement, but I still need to come across as confident so I don't seem like the loser I really am.

I taped the first 'T' in and then stopped.

Is this really a good thing to do? Are they going to hate me? Those questions buzzed around in my mind for a minute or two before I realized that I just need to man up and make some progress already. I've been sitting here for 15 minutes and there was only 1 single letter typed in to the fluorescent screen of my laptop.

Quickly I finished typing the phrase 'Thank you', giving the lone 'T' some company before I began pondering the bigger question at hand:

What else am I going to say?

After a couple minutes of contemplating my answer, I simply decided that I was just going to type and whatever my mind thinks is a good idea for me to say, I will say. And, I will send it after only briefly reviewing my work for typos, leaving no opportunity to overanalyze every little word like I would normally do.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I exhaled, I released all of the built up stress inside me.

I opened my eyes and my fingers found their way to the keyboard and I just began to type.

When I finished typing a few moments later I quickly reread the message. It said:

Thank you so much:) It really means a lot. And yeah, I would love talking to you! What's your name? Xx

After making sure there were no typos, I sent it. Old me would have stressed over the fact that there were 2 'X's, but new me just shut the laptop off inhaled the smell of sand and sea water wafting in from the open windows on either side of my bed.

I decided that even though me and my mom had fought, I still had to be social with my family. So, I picked myself up from the floor and wiped the few remaining tears from my eyes. I made sure my face wasn't red before exiting my room and into the hallway.

Tonight was my last night in the beautiful, wonderful Florida. So in celebration of my homecoming, I decided to get some ice cream and chit chat with my family.

Although I didn't want to leave the warm, fresh air of Florida, I was also excited to get back home. I wanted to sleep in my own bed and be greeted by the usual cold January air.

I made my way quietly downstairs and entered the hallway leading to the kitchen. It is about 10 at night, so all of the little kids were asleep already, leaving only the adults left to converse with in the kitchen.

I heard them all talking in the kitchen, but the tone of their voices made me stop dead in my tracks. They were... Excited?

I heard my mother's voice speaking from the other side of the wall and leaned slightly forward to hear what they were saying more clearly, making sure that I was not seen or heard.

"I'll tell Laurel eventually. I don't want her to start freaking out. You know how she is with this guy." My mother's familiar voice echoed through the house followed by the voices of the other adults whispering in agreement.

What did they not want me to know?

My mother said something about a guy, yet I have never mentioned one guy in front of her. I repel boys. So who could this guy be?

My grandmother chimed in next, "How do you think she'll react to the news?"

"Oh I don't know. I just don't want her to get overly excited and then be let down when she realizes that no one is how they seem." My mother answered.

This was just making me more confused. My body was still standing in the hallway where they couldn't see me, but my anxious heavy breathing is putting me at risk of getting caught. They can't knowy I am here because they obviously weren't planning on telling me anytime soon, but I need to know.

Just them my dad said, "She isn't going to find out anytime soon, this is a surprise after all. We're going to tell her the week before so she can do whatever she wants and she'll hopefully calm down a little"

"She's not going to calm down. She's loved this guy for far too long. I just hope that by me doing this, she won't be as obsessed anymore" My mother said. Even when she was trying to be nice she had an ulterior motive.

"This isn't going to make her love him any less. This will just fuel her obsession. I'm telling you." my uncle noted.

There is only one boy in this world I love. He plays guitar and his songs make me smile.

This guy they're talking about is Hunter Hayes.