Every little girl dreams of living with all of her best friends when she grows up. I know I did. However along with marrying a prince and having my mum back again, the dream faded around the age of nine.
But I here I am. My husband sleeping next to me. My beautiful little girl in the room next door. My friends in their various beds throughout the house.
The wall clock tells me it's six AM but I get up anyway. I pull on my pink dressing gown and creep downstairs. My laptop is on the counter in the big, L-shaped kitchen/diner/living room so I sit down on the red sofa and begin to update my blog. I want to film a new video, but none of our viewers know we're all living together, so we've all been banned from filming until after we make an official announcement video this afternoon. I scroll through Twitter. My sprinklerinos are going to be so happy. Their tweets and messages are always so supportive and brighten my day.
Except when they don't.
I know all of them get hateful messages. I know it comes with being well known. I know I should just ignore it. I know that for every 'you're so fat' and every 'why don't you go on a diet' there's 20,30,40 more lovely messages.
But it still hurts.
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FanfictionZoe. Alfie. Jim. Tanya. Louise. Niomi. Marcus. Caspar. Joe. All famous British YouTubers. All best friends. But what happens when their management suggests they all move in together...
