Franta Charm

The Pool

Amelias POV

I didn't really know what I was doing here. The place itself made me feel my heart drumming against my ribcage. I loved water, but it terrified me. And there it was - within a meter from me, it's silky looking surface reaching out towards my feet. A public pool. I am 20, and I can't swim.

My name is Amelia Webster. I live in California, but my dad is from New Zealand. I have a twin brother, and he's gay. I don't know, it's not something you tell others when you write about yourself. But there really isn't anything else. My parents met in London, where they grew up. They went to school together and married in LA.

In terms of appearance, I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. I'm white but I tan easily, like dad. I'm also anorexically thin, although I've never starved myself. I guess amongst other girls my age and younger I could be described as the happiest. But depression always finds it's way to me. Friends and family always try to help, but I don't make them. It's unnecessary.

The sound of laughing children and the pitter patter of running feet distracted me as I walked along the swimming pool edge. I spun my head around to see what happened, but it was too late. A 10 year old pushed me accidentally out of his way and I slipped. It was only a matter of seconds before I dived into the pool, the water enveloping me.

Oh shit.

My head spun as I realised I was at the deep end. Did this really have to happen? For some reason I felt this urge for other people not to notice me, and as I made a few 'smooth' attempts to swim back up, I gave up. My lungs hurt and burnt my insides. I wasn't thinking about death. All I could concentrate on was the bright light shining through the turquoise water.

Beneath me, I felt two strong hands grip me tight and push me upwards. Finally, I felt the air against my face and gasped, striving for oxygen. Someone was dragging my arm towards the railing, as I grabbed it and pulled myself up towards the surface. A strangely familiar guy pulled himself up without the railing, swinging his legs over and sitting on the edge, running his hand through his wet hair, finally looking up.

No.

Way.

I suddenly felt air shortage again, stronger than when I actually was deprived of it. Looking into his green eyes mine grew bigger.

It was Connor.

Connor Franta, my role model, idol, all time celebrity crush and favorite youtuber.

I felt like falling in the pool again.

"You're...?" I breathed out.

"Extremely handsome." Connor let out a laugh and threw his head back.

"You're Connor Franta." I said slowly. In my head I agreed with his statement, of course.

"Yeah, that too." He nodded. "Nice diving skills." He added, gesturing towards the water.

"Thanks. I can't swim." I smiled awkwardly brushing my hair off my face. "I'm a huge fan of yours."

"Thank you. And yeah, I could tell you can't. Do you need a towel?"

I didn't think I'd be in this situation, so I didn't bring one with me. So I nodded, as he pulled me up, walked towards a chair and grabbing a towel before swinging it around my shoulders.

"Thanks. You saved my life. Three people now." I murmured, burying myself in the towel.

"Three, I guess." He shrugged. "Wanna go grab a coffee?" He asked.

OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG. Connor. Franta. Just. Asked. Me. To. Go. Get. Coffee.

"Yeah, sure, I guess." I shrugged. Inside my stomach was twisting. I could hardly speak.

"Meet you outside." He smiled and ran into the boys changing rooms.