The Real Pond Monster: A Carter Sharer Fanfiction

Part 1: A Love Not Shared

     I had to admit: I was addicted to watching the Sharer family.  I stayed up until the early hours watching and rewatching their vlogs. I spent every lunch period hidden in a bathroom stall, watching Stephen, Lizzy, and Carter. The Sharer family was my escape from reality.

     I wanted to be apart of their family more than anything in the world.  I would daydream in class, thinking about what it would be like to be a Sharer brother.  Alec Sharer. It just felt right.

     Maybe it was because my real life family was broken.  My dad was gone,  and my mom was too busy chasing tail to worry about her only son.  Maybe it was because I wanted to be famous.  Or maybe it was because I was a long-lost sibling. Whatever the reason, I didn't care.  I wanted to be a Sharer.

     I am a rational boy, but I do believe in fate.  And I damn sure believed it was fate when I won the Stay with the Sharer subscriber contest.

      After being randomly picked, I was told I was going to get to spend 7 days living in the Sharer home.

     And when I packed my bags and said goodbye to my mom it didn't feel like I was leaving for a trip or vacation.  No. It felt like I was coming home.

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  I pulled up in my Uber to the Sharer family home. It wasn't until I was walking up the driveway that I realized my life would change forever. I thought I was about to meet my idols.

    Walking up to the doorbell, I couldn't deny there was a somewhat ominous feeling in the atmosphere. In their vlogs, the Sharers were always outside, exploring the parameters of their house and yard, getting into antics that only they could come up with. Yet, as I walked up today, there was no one there. No one except me.

    I hesitated before ringing the doorbell. But just as I was working up the courage, the door flung open before me.

    "Who the fuck are you?"

    Standing before me was a shirtless Carter, whose face sported a look that seemed less than enthusiastic.

     Of course I loved all the Sharers, but I couldn't deny Carter was my favorite. He had a certain zeal that made him seem so different. In his videos, Carter just seemed so loving, so full of life.

     But the man standing in front of me was not the Carter I knew from the Internet.

     "Um, I'm Alec. I...I won the fan contest. I'm supposed to be staying with you for the week," I said, my voice audibly quaking.

     "Dude, how old are you?" said Carter.

     "I'm seventeen," I muttered. I couldn't get over how intimidating he was.

     "Our content is for four-year-olds. You seriously watch my videos? That's fucking pathetic." Carter smiled as he said this. It's like he enjoyed crushing my spirit.

     "I... I... I'm sorry," I said. I felt like crying. For the past two years my life had revolved around the Sharers. And now, within seconds of being at their house, everything I thought about them was ruined.

     "Well, you showing up kinda fucks up my day, you know that right?" said Carter, who seemed unphased by my visible pain.

     "I finally had the house to myself today and now I have to share it with you."

     "I'm sorry, Carter," I said while staring down at the ground. There was no way I could look at him in the eye. "Should I... just leave?"

     "Hmmm," said Carter while he condescendingly stroked his chin. "Well, you are my biggest fan. And if I sent you away that would just break your little heart wouldn't it?" asked Carter in a faux baby voice. He was blatantly moking me.