Be In My Book||Dangthatsalongname

Chapter One

I looked around my room and tried to think. Everything seems so.. dull. Not in the neat, I'm above it all, way. In the way that just means everything has been done and I won't get anywhere if I write my next book on what's happening now. Everything is just so lame. I tried writing on polotics to see if that got me anywhere, but honestly it just gave me a headache.

I turned over an examined my room. Everything was a different shade of blue and it smells like gamer. You know, that stale smells that no amount of freebreze can mask. Yea. That's my house. It's not my fault, honestly. I blame my roommate Alicia and her girlfriend Steph. They kinda just sit around and play games. Alicia is a Youtuber, so that's al that is really required of her. I wish I had it that easy.

I currently work at the Starbucks down the street to make my money because writing isn't paying off too well. I published my first book at the age of 19, but now, at 22, I still have no clue what to do next. Every month I get a decent check from my previous book that covers my half of the bills. But it's just not enough to make a proper living out of, and I really don't want to rely on my roommates for money. Especially when they can hardly remember to feed themselves without me.

As soon as I could I moved to London to become famouse, I wasn't getting anywhere on the country side. Turns out I wasn't getting anywhere in the city either. I walked over to my desk to check my laptop. Seemss like business as usual on there. My Instagram and Twitter still have the bare minimum of followers and Tumblr is... Well Tumblr.

I went through my feed to see if anything new had apeared. It seems to be the same reblog of a stale meme over and over.Eventually I came across a post that gave me an idea. it was some imagine your OTP thing. I don't know the exact quote, because i've already scrolled past it and found some video of a cat. Essentially it was imagine person A works at a cafe that person b comes by alot and that person A keeps mispelling person B's name so that they have to keep coming back. It's kinda sweet to think about. I might just have to do it at work.

Eventually I shut my computer to go out to the living room. Alicia was sleeping on the couch while Steph was in the kitchen. I walked in to see her actually cooking healthy food for once. "Please tell me that this isn't a diet, I can't do that" I laughed, opeing the fridge and grabbing a soda. She laughed and shook her head saying, "No. I think Alicia came down with something, so I'm making my mom's soup. It always made me feel better when I was younger." I smiled and told her she better make me some too. I walked over and sat on the couch, turning on Netflix.

I wound up watching Supernatural for the millionth time. At the first sound of Dean's voice, Alicia shot straight up. She got me into this show and honestly it's a curse. I mean, I love it, but all the same crying kinda sucks. Alicia begun going through her phone and showing me some fanart people did of her. I hope oneday I have a fanbase that does things like that for me.

After a bit Steph came in with some bowls and sat them on the coffee table, sitting with Alicia. we all sat together and did our own things, Only crying once. All I have to say is that when I get my own movie I'm casting Misha as the main character. Eventually I went to bed though, leaving the girls on the couch