Is It Really Possible? Danisnotonfire fanfiction

11am and I was scrolling through danisnotonfire’s tumblr page, laughing at all the gifs and pictures. It was summer in the city today and tomorrow and I didn’t want to go. I couldn’t go. My mum was at work every day in the holiday and I had been forced to stay with my aunt and uncle. As I said earlier, I didn’t want to go to SitC. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to meet any YouTubers; of course I wanted to do that! It was just because I had the biggest crush on Danisnotonfire and I wanted him to remember me rather for him to just hug him and say goodbye. I was really serious about him; well as serious as a 15 year old could be about a 21 year old. I knew there was no way I could be in a relationship with him, mostly because it was illegal but also because I knew I was way out of his league. I mean, who would like me? I was 5’10” (and had been for about a year now, I think I stopped growing about that time), had brown, straight hair with a fringe, brown eyes and paper-white skin.

I finally decided to close my computer when my uncle called for me to come down for lunch. Exactly the same time, I got a text from my best friend Rachel. It read;

‘Wanna come w/ me + Amy to a fête?! Reply ASAP! Be at my house at 1? K bye! Xx’

I guess it would be a good idea to get out of the house for the first time in three days, I’ll ask my uncle when I’ve finished my lunch, I told myself.

I was actually rather relieved that my uncle said I could go. I guess he’d had enough of me hanging around eating all the Babybels and watching TV. I quickly got dressed into better clothes, put on a little bit of make-up, grabbed my bag and I was out of the door to go to Rachel’s.

I knocked loudly on Rachel’s door, to which she answered almost immediately and gave me a massive hug,

“Emily! I’m so glad you came; Amy has been here for about ten minutes. Shall we go? Sorry it’s a rush, I just really wanted to go to this place!” without letting me answer she grabbed my wrist and all three of us ran out the door to catch the bus to get the tube.

The trains were packed and had a faint smell of damp clothes and body odour; luckily, we managed to get a seat before anyone else so we didn’t have to face the horrible task of standing next to a sweaty, middle-aged man for half an hour. However, there were always the bookworms sitting down on the train seats, so we had the wonderful joy of sitting next to ladies panting whilst reading 50 Shades of Grey. Sometimes I really don’t understand why people seem to like those books. Or why the people on trains don’t take showers. We were finally off the train and walking to the fête, the cool fresh air flowing through my lungs. It was like being trapped in an air-tight room then going outside onto the edge of a cliff of the coastline.