The Secret Gamer

A Day In The Big LA

Strutting on the side-walk like the bad-ass bosses we are, Hannah and I saw a guy around his early 20's strolling on the others side of the street. Hannah apparently knew who he was because she kept yelling a name. Something like Dylan or Dylan O'Brien. Rolling my eyes, I once again slap my hand against her mouth and yell "Hey! Bro, can you come here a second!" He easily heard me and pointed towards himself. I shake my head and point towards a fire hydrant near him. 'Dylan' seems confused...not very smart. Got it! "Yes you! Please step this way sir." Wow, I sounded like Siri. I should try to practice that later. 

Glancing both ways like he was searching for people, I take my hand off of  Hannah's mouth because she wouldn't stop licking my hand...does she even know where that has been? Her face was priceless though as 'Dylan O'Brien' walks his way over here. "Ka-K-Kat, do-do you know who you just called o-over?" she is trembling and I have no clue why. Does she already like this guy that much? "Some guy you think is-" and then the beanie dude cuts me off. "Hello ladies, do you want a autograph? If not, how about a picture? If not I really just want to go on a quiet stroll." he states unsure. Hm. Someone obviously needs to put this guy's ego down a few notches. "Listen here buddy, okay! I don't know why but my friend over there was hyper-venlating if your one of husb-" and then I get cut off again! Seriously? "I'm sorry for my friend. She doesn't know a lot about celebrities. My name is Hannah and this is Kat." She introduces. "Well, I am-" "Dylan O'Brien" she cuts him off too! How rude... "I know." 

They just kind of stared at each other for 10 minutes, so, I decided to be the decision maker and suggest coffee at a near by Starbucks. 

I end up being a third-wheel pretty much and almost faint of boredom because sadly...I was know where near to the point of dying of boredom. They were talking about a show called Teen Wolf? I decided to have some fun. Call me Evil all you wan, but I had to do it. It had to be done! I sent a picture to Mason. I just waited. A very angry football player that has a crush on Hannah texted me back. She had absolutely know idea Mason had or has a crush on her. Now she will know way sooner... I end up texting him back a response that will hopefully get his tidey-wideies in a twist.

Ehah-Em, drum role please(drum roles start to play) : Hannah doesn't know a single bit that you like her, so you shouldn't be getting mad. If you want her come and grab her off the market before this cutie does when we get back, even that might be a little too late! Good luck.


Replying, pretty fast if I do say so myself, that he would ask her when we get back...I just left it at that. By this time they were now on the subjects of turtles and if she had one, what would she name it? Her reply...Rudi. What? I told Hannah that I was going back to Jeremy's and she just kind of waves me off. Fine then, screw you. After giving her the middle-finger in mind. ; I take my stand out of the seat and leave. Texting her the coordinates and then checked the time. It was around 6:30ish. I could take a taxi, but its only around 45 minutes away from here. I guess I will walk(Queue the shoulder-shrug). 

After a bit my feet start to hurt and I search for a avenue name. Stingers Street, okay, so, only up to 20 more minutes of walking. That is when a car stops. I guess tons of other girls would, how do you put it? Die of his hotness? I just kind of flicked him off after the whole DRAMATICLY ROLLS DOWN WINDOW incident. Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi starts to play in my head and the humming is the effect. Just doesn't get the point as he still is following me and I still am flicking him off. Reaching to grab my phone to check if Hannah had recently replied. She did! Great! Never mind...

Kat, I might be staying longer, sorry and thanks.


Ooooooohhhh Mason's going to hate me for this. Oh well, his fault. I turn around and nearly jump out of my skin as the guy in the car is standing right behind me. "Holy crap! Dude, that was so not cool!" He just stares at me and then all the sudden he asks what my name is. Ha, this guys funny. He actually thinks I will give him my name! "Amanda." Confidence is key. "Really?" "Of course, are you saying I don't know my real name?" I should become and actor! Again, out of pure shock he lifts me up and starts swinging me around. "Oh Amanda! Please forgive me, I did not mean to actually kiss that girl." "Get off me now!" I bellow because bellowing is the bom-digga-dee. "But Amanda please take me back." "You know as well as I do that my name is not Amanda." He drops me to the floor and starts laughing... I took that as my queue to walk away. "Wait, wait!" Damn it! "Yes?" I speak as politely as I can. "Do you want to grab a coffee or something?"

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm busy." "Busy?" "Busy." Gosh, he is like a puppy. "How about tomorrow night?" "Busy"

"How about the day following of tomorrow?" "Leaving to go home." Crap! Why did I just tell him that?

"Where do you live?" "In a box under a bridge." "Seriously?" he sounds completely dumbfounded and that’s when I noticed that we were walking down the sidewalk now. "Hey, shouldn't you go get your car?" I questioned so dramatically that the lights around us should have dimmed. Just kidding, but I did ask. "Oh, yeah! I'll get after I get your number."

"Screw off, would yeah?" he was starting to get very annoying. "Nah, I like you. Your different. A lot of the girls here kind of just throw themselves on me. You don't." He just never stops! "Listen here mysterious, annoying person. I don't have time for you, okay? I don't understand why guys try so hard sometimes! Gosh, I have a event to go to where people will finally meet me and people will be all happy and I can rest the whole 'what do I look like?' business thing to rest! I have friends back home that I am confused about! My grades! Cheer! Gaming! Everything is a catastrophic, huge, messy mess right now and yes I did say messy mess. All I can seem to do is make people happy...so that's what I will do!" I screech and just sprint the rest of the way back to Jerry's. A tear slips and I have no control over the second or third or how many more there were that night. I shuffled to the park about 5 minutes away and just sat on the wooden, uncomfortable seats until i got tired and went back to his house to sleep. In a peaceful, bliss slumber that know one will get me in. And that was my first meltdown in front of a person since 10 years. The scariest thing is...I don't know why.