A Link to Love (A Connor Franta Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

As much as I love travel, I hate planes. Not only that, but I hate planes filled with annoying fangirls.

"Oh I love you too!" Trevor exclaims for the millionth time. It is almost as if this whole plane is filled with hormonal teenage girls. Camera flashes go everywhere, selfies on selfie on selfies. By the time the flight attendant comes and forces the girls back to their seats Trev has twitter adresses lining his arms.

"Wow. That was fun." He turns to me.

"Yeah. Fun." I spit sarcastically.

"Come on Tonnie. Maybe one day you could be famous like me." He strikes a pose and smiles.

"Yeah right. Tell that to my 500 subscribers." I turn away. He is cocky sometimes.

"We both know you have more than that. I'm serious." I put in my ear buds and decide to ignore him. I play my absolute favorite playlist, all skrillex music. You wouldn't guess I listened to them, I dress like your average teenager. You know the whole jean shorts, t-shirts, and vans. Nothing special.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see a girl who looks about 14.

"Listen chick, I am done with you Trevor fans. Just leave him alone okay. I turn around and turn up the volume. I hate this.

I feel the tap again. I whip around and pull out an ear bud.

"What?" I see she is wearing a deep red shirt. Pancakes are just flat boring waffles.

"Are you TBrooker?" Her eyes are wide and he head barely makes it over the seat. She has a notebook.

"Yes, indeed I am." I remove my other earbud and arrange myself to sit on my knees and face her.

"W-W-Will you sign this." She stutters out. She proceeds to hand me a notebook that has a YouTube logo and says 'Is life" below it. I nod. "Page Three." Her voice shakes.

I turn the pages, the first two having photos of Jenna Marbles and Ryan Higa, both unsigned. Then on page three is a picture of my in my "mind over matter" tank top laughing. I do my best to scribble my unrehearsed signature. I write down my number and personal twitter as well. A fan.

"Thank you so much!" She squeals and stands on her chair then leans over mine to give me a hug. "You're my favorite YouTuber!" Really?

 

"Really?" I spit out.

"Really?" Trevor joins in. "Come on I am right here." She turns to see him.

"Oh you really are Trevor Moran." She says in a chill tone. "Could you sign this please?"

"What page?" He asks.

"Any of the last ten." She shugs him off a little. I burst out laughing.

"Shut down." I say in a deep voice.

"Shut up!" He snaps and signs the page. He hands the book back to the girl.

"I'm Lindsay. Are you guys from Illinois?"

"No we are both from LA. Tonnie attends Valpo."

"Cool! We are going to LA for a week. Will I see you around?" Her voice is hopeful.

"We will have to see." Trevor says somewhat spitefully. She simply nods her head and sits back down. I can hear her high voice as she retells the scene to her parents.

"Look at you!" Trevor slaps my arm. "I told you that you had fans."

"Yeah, yeah." The lights turn on that tell us to buckle. LA HERE WE COME!

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 "Is Aunt Lisa going to pick us up?" I ask Trevor. Both of us carrying backpacks and suitcases. He is nonchalantly scrolling on twitter.

"You can drive can't you?" His tone is very sarcastic.

"Well you see Trevor my lady," I start. "I need this thing called a car." He looks up and glares at me.

"You don't think I know that?  We arranged a rental for you." He says matter-of-factly. He pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and some keys. "Here." He tosses it to me.

"Where is it?"

"It should be in the parking lot." We begin to walk the pavement searching. I keep pressing the lock button. I start to hear the horn in the distance.

"Oh my gosh." Trevor reaches over and snatches the keys. He presses the panic button and the horn rings through the lot.

'What the crap?!" We immediately draw eyes to us. He grabs my hand and drags me to the car then turns of the alarm. A white Jeep Cherokee. Nice Trev. "You suck."

"But you love me." He hugs me before running to the passenger side. I roll my eyes. This whole experience seems all too convenient.

I take in the scenery. The blue skies, flowers, and HUGE houses. I can smell the ocean. Just kidding...that is the car's air freshener. We have the windows down and are blaring music with enough bass to shake the car.

"Do you need to stop home?" His street is approaching on the right.

"No. We can go to your apartment first." He sticks his arm out the window and wiggles his fingers. His bracelets flow in the breeze. It takes me more time than usual to get home, it has been several months. We pull in the driveway to the building. There are no cars.

The sun is setting quickly. The gate is rusted shut. Leaves skit across the walkway and I see a raccoon run behind the dumpster. I hop the gate.

"Tonn, that doesn't look safe." He tugs on my shirt. I ignore him and finish my climb. "Tonnie!" I hear the gate wiggle and footsteps approaching. He clings to my arm.

"Man up." I brush him off. Graffiti lines the walls, words I would rather not say. Cautiously I walk up the stairs to where my apartment is. Just like all the other doors it has a sign that reads Foreclosed then the word is crossed out and in red marker reads DO NOT ENTER.  

"Tonnie..." He is gripping my shirt. He is at least a head shorter than me, maybe more, it makes him seem like a little kid. "What do you think--"

"Let's go." We walk down the stairs as they creak and basically sprint to the car. Where am I going to live?