I refreshed my twitter interactions for what felt like the millionth time that day and sighed. Would it look too desperate if I sent just one more tweet to Christian asking for a 'happy birthday' (obviously in Christian's trademark capital letters)? I drummed my fingers on the keyboard and opened up a new tab, tapping 'YouTube' into Google and then finding TouchTheSkyFilms; Christian Novelli's main channel. I reflected back on the dream I'd had last night, when Christian had made me a special birthday video that ended with him declaring his undying love for me to the camera. Whoever said that 'dreams can become reality' was an idiot. I briefly considered that I was misunderstanding the quote but my mind quickly flicked over to more interesting topics such as Christian or Christian and maybe even Christian. A swift click of the refresh button told me that Christian was still avidly tweeting his followers and ignoring all the tweets I was sending him. I struggled to contain my anger as he tweeted a worthless 12 year old that said she was 'going to kill herself if Christian didn't tweet her'.
"DON'T FEED THE TROLLS!" I yelled at my computer, as if, by shouting, I could make Christian hear me. My mum ducked round the doorway and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you okay, Eva?" She asked, concerned. I nodded and motioned for her to close the door behind her. I was prepared to be rude to my mum if it meant I could spend more time focusing on Christian. It had been so much harder to get him to tweet me lately...he'd been growing in popularity ever since he did that video with MattG124 and he wasn't always there to respond to my every tweet like he used to be. But he'd helped me through a really rough time and I owed everything to that boy. I was prepared to tweet him all day, waiting for just one reply.
"EVA, COME DOWNSTAIRS AND HAVE SOME BREAKFAST! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! BIRTHDAYS ARE FOR SOCIALISING!" My mum called from the bottom of the stairs. I growned and yelled back, "I thought birthdays were for enjoying yourself? A whole 24 hours devoted to me?"
"Not in this house." My mum replied firmly and I heard the slam of the kitchen door as she retreated back into the room; probably to fry more eggs that I wouldn't eat and pour orange juice that I'd stopped drinking years ago. I refreshed my twitter one last time and watched in anticipation as the page loaded. I glanced to the top and let out a breath I hadn't even realised I'd been holding. One new interaction.
@Christianovelli 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVA. HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD'N!'
