Crafting The Ultimate Bad Boy

Crafting The Ultimate Bad Boy: A Fanfiction

    The sun was ablaze, the late spring weather made it seem as though summer had come early; not that something like the temperature effected Caleb Joseph (AKA: insanereader - a booktuber) all that much! After all, as a youtube personality – it wasn't like something like Going Outside was on his agenda. No, no. His days were filled with something MUCH more important.

    He sat in front of his screen – eyes glazing over as he listened to Jenny Nicholson recite her undying love to an alien pod for the third time that day. Now that he'd determined himself to stop it with the whole "Mom-Lit" thing – he needed to THINK up some more content ideas! What better way was there then to absorb the wide-eyed knowledge of Magic Amateur and MPL/STARWARS enthusiast Jeep P. Nicklespin??? NONE. And so. The ceremony began.

    Caleb ushered Wally out of the room. There could be no witnesses. No mistakes; one wrong move – and his brain would become a liquid goop before he'd even get the chance to breech Jenny's Mind Walls. Against his own conscious, Caleb's arms moved whimsically, clumsily – a mannerism very reminiscent of Nicholson's 'goodbyes' on her internet show 'Millennial Falcon'. He was already so close, so close to absorbing her creative essence, the madness. And he hadn't even enacted the ritual.

    He laid his spiral-bound notebook face down. The ritual required a tome, but - it was college rule, so that was probably close enough. He held his hand above it, closed his eyes – and listened to the soothing tone of Jenny Nicholson's voice as she explained how she liked to clean her precious vintage ponies. He could feel something stirring within his tummy. Light leapt from behind his eyelids and he bit his lip in concentration. He could not fail. Jenny's mind eye was searching for him – aiming to scourge the impurity which was his presence. If she found him, oh god. Beads of sweat trailed from his neck. If She Found Him:::

    "GAAAAHRAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Caleb squealed, but it wasn't an instant incineration of his physical form which provoked his yowl. He'd been snapped out of his trance. "WALLY, NO!" Caleb yelped in concern, but it wasn't a liquefied Wally he found standing in his doorway. It, was a woman – with a friendly countenance which instantly put him at ease. His shoulders sunk into a relaxed position as soon as he spotted her – but, no!!! He needed to stay on guard!

    "Hello, Caleb," Jessica said, a knowing smile danced across her lips and brought wrinkles to her gleaming sky-blue orbs.

    "STAY BACK, LADY!" Caleb shouted responsibly, clutching for his notebook and raising it high above his head in a battle-ready stance, "How do you know my name?!?" He snapped, his heart pounded in his chest, afraid – that he lacked any fear of this stranger which had come into his home.

    Jessica chuckled, "Of course I know your name, Caleb!" she sashayed lithely two and a half steps back, further dispelling herself as a threat. "After all, you've known mine for quite some time now!"

    Caleb's arm wavered, but he still managed to hold his makeshift weapon aloft. He wracked his brain, but he couldn't think of a single instance in which he'd seen this woman. "You're lying!" He accused vehemently.

    Jessica drew her hand to her bust, her mouth falling into a surprised 'o'. "Oh?" She gasped before tightening her hand into a resigned fist. "Rescuing the Bad Boy?" She hummed, "A Bad Boy for Christmas?" She queried, raising a brow inquisitively "Are you telling me – these names mean nothing to you, Caleb?"

    Now it was Caleb's turn to gasp, "Y-you don't mean," he stuttered.

    The woman with an aura of mystery despite looking like a grade-school teacher extended her hand, "Jessica Lemon. And I just saved your life."