Alright guys, so this is a thing for me to tell you a thing- basically, this is the ADHD chapter you guys never asked for written by your scatterbrained author.
So first of all, this is an announcement chapter that is also a one-shot chapter, but before you skip to the one-shot let me tell you my announcement thing.
So in my non-existent spare time, i have written another book- or a somewhat book. Its a spideypool fanfiction AND BEFORE YOU CLAIM ITS NOT FOR YOU, LET ME GIVE YOU MY SPIEL AND SPEECH. with my main point actually being Caspar Newman (did anybody get that pun btw?)
Now you may be wondering "what does Caspar have anything to do with your Spideypool fan fic?" Well, my dear reader, he has something to do with it because I, the author, have actually become the embodiment of Caspar (i honestly dont know how, all i can say is be careful who you look up to in middle school)
NOW YOU MAY BE SAYING "Well I don't really care if you're like Caspar or not, I don't like Deadpool or Spider-man" Well then for those who don't care let me just casually knock on your door and tell you about my otp and ship of all ships Spideypool because it is by far one of the most interesting ships I've come across in all my gay life. And whats the harm in trying it, hm hm hm? *waggles eyebrows*
And tbh ive had people comment about my spelling in His Help and stuff too, asking if id go through and fix stuff and if i had anything recent or new works or anything that could showcase my writing skills, so i guess have this new book? Which is another point, because i published the first chapter of His Help in November of 2015.
2015!!!! I was but a wee little lad back then. So here's me throwing my nerdy fanfictions at you begging you all to realise that I finally figured out a's and an's. Even if you just read the first chapter. Pwetty pwease?
Anyways, im rambling,
ONWARDS WITH THE ONE SHOT IVE STILL YET TO THINK UP A PLOT FOR:
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Note: This takes place while everyone is still in high school, before anyone gets married.
Cynthia let out an annoyed sigh as the girl in front of her continued to click her pen at a rapid rate, mind obviously elsewhere as she stared at a textbook.
Cynthia honestly wasn't usually one to complain, in fact, her tolerance of 'annoying' was actually quite high, but the more the girl clicked her pen, the more Cynthia wanted to throw it at a wall.
"Could you stop that already?" Cynthia growled, trying to focus on her own homework instead of the girl's pen.
"Oh, sorry! Didn't mean to, I swear!" Kaycee said with wide eyes, looking almost guilty from her spot on the floor.
They had become sort of friends over the past few weeks, seeing as Kaycee usually followed Caspar and Cynthia usually followed Gavin, they had to make a truce at some point.
Although, as well as the truce/friendship was holding up now, Cynthia wasn't exactly sure how long she could continue keeping up this friendship they had.
They were nearly polar opposites in every way other than the fact they both seemed to share the same general music tastes and clothing choices. But even then there were some very big differences.
Like how Kaycee liked 5SOS and Panic! At the Disco whereas Cynthia wouldn't be caught dead listening to 5SOS and preffered Brendon's older music. And the fact Kaycee seemed to adore colours was another main difference.
If it wasn't black then why would you even wear it?
"It's fine, just, tone down the pen clicking." Cynthia sighed, still not really used to how Kaycee could accept the harsh remarks she made with such ease and apology.
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His Help (BoyxBoy)
Teen FictionCaspar Newman. The name that everybody loved and nobody knew about. Caspar, the always positive, star of the basketball team and the always stylish and funny boy of everyone's dreams, the one with the weird group of friends, the one who couldn't hu...