𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 ✰ 𝖉𝖞𝖑𝖆𝖓 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑

12; ⚄⚄⚁

a/n: PLEASE READ !!! so at this point in the story vanessa and dylan have converted to instagram for communication. soon i'll introduce snapchat but i think i'll show it later on in the book ? so look forward to seeing a lot more "texting & facetime" writing instead of regular paragraph writing .. if that makes sense ?? it'll be more of a social media ff but dw ! it won't be like that for too long. i might do a "recap" at the 20th chapter or so. okay let's begin !

dylan was profoundly bored and chose to start a livestream to connect with his fans. he set up the google screen on his computer and placed his phone in front of the computer so he wouldn't have to hold it.

"@/dylan.kingwell started a livestream!"

the notification sent out to his followers, and after a minute or so a few hundred people were watching him. he looked through the comments, checking if the one person he wanted to see was there yet. nope. no sign of her.

"hey guys! how's everyone doing? god my bed head is horrible. i hope you guys are doing well. i felt like i haven't gone live in forever so lEtS CaTcH uP and ask some questions in the comments."

dylan told his fans while humming "hey jude" by the beatles. he was wearing his infamous champion hoodie and some sweats. he definitely was swearing though under because he was waiting for her to show up. he scrolled through the comments and read aloud some he found interesting.

"are you filming asoue or bsc right now?" "well currently i'm filming both! both casts are extremely different in personalities and i love it. imagine if we all became one big friend group? that'd literally be iconic haha"

@/vanessa.bowen joined

and it happened. there it is. the girl he's been dying to see is here. for some odd reason his heart started beating faster and faster. "PEN PALLLL WHATS UP?" he said cheerfully. "PAUL MCCARTNEY'S SIDE HOE HEY! thought i'd watch your live for a bit ! after all i am your #1 fangirl right?"  vanessa commented.

he read her comment and started blushing, hopefully the livestream quality was grainy on her phone. he read (in his head) the comments asking who this mystery girl was or some fans knowing her from tiktok and youtube. they were asking how the two teens knew eachother.

"some of you guys are asking how vanessa and i know eachother ,, should i tell them ness?" "GUEST ME AND WE CAN EXPLAIN TOGETHER JWDJJ" "okayy" he accepted her guest request and she popped up on his screen.

"i feel nervous omg. i've created many scenarios on how you would guest me on your live but this was definitely not one of them HAHAH" vanessa's heart was racing. hundreds of his fans were watching her!

she was reading the comments shipping them too and was honestly super happy. "so should you explain it or should i?" dylan asked her. "let's tell it together! but i'll start.. okay so as most of you know, i'm dylan's fan hahah well i sent him a letter... which i will not say what was written for both of our sakes. okay your turn!" vanessa finger gunned to dylan.

"i'll tell them how you found my address. well louis hynes (klaus from asoue) and his dumba- " he was cut off by vanessa calling his name. "dylan!!"

"ahhh sorry! i mean't dumb butt commented on my post my address. don't curse kids. anyway, she saw my address and screenshotted it smh. that's an invasion of pRiVaCy vAnEsSa!"

"sorry dyl, i did what any fangirl would do hehe" comments were going crazy. spamming how cute they would be as a couple and how they're obviously flirting. suddenly one of vanessa's greatest fears came true.

@/lolaflanery has joined

"lola!! hey!" dylan seemed super happy to see her. vanessa knew she couldn't stand a chance to lola and  her self esteem went lower. she didn't know if this was her cue to leave or she should try and make lola jealous. as a fangirl she made a really stupid decision to flirt with dylan subtlety but to the point where it's not too obvious.

she just wanted to show lola where she stands. "so dylan! do you wanna continue the story?" "oh yeah! also vanessa meet lola, lola meet vanessa. you guys would be great friends!" she awkwardly shifted and said "ah haha yeah lola flanery ! you're from the 100 correct? with dylan?"

vanessa obviously knew about lola. she wasn't stupid and she's a dedicated fan. she knew they have a thing for eachother and have been friends for a long time. lola commented yes and dylan continued explaining how they met.

"anyway, where did we leave off ness?" she smiled at the nickname. "i think about louis' comment? after i screenshotted it i thought i should send him a letter because he wouldn't answer my dms. but why would he i was a random fan hahah. i'm glad i sent out the letter though." she confided in front of his fans and to dylan.

"me too ness." he had the biggest smile on his face. someone commented "uhhh chile anyways.." another said "i feel like i'm interrupting something" dylan read some and tried so hard not to laugh. "oh yeah so after you sent it i read the letter and i responded! thank god she's not an ax murderer or a 60 year old stalker."

"then we just kept sending letters back and forth and if i'm being honest was the worst. i hated waiting ever few days just to talk to him. it's a miracle instagram is a thing now." vanessa said. "i finally asked for her number after a bunch of letters and we just clicked. friendship wise obviously"

vanessa's heart broke a little when he said the word "friendship" maybe there's no hope for them. maybe he does just see her as just a friend. little does she know ...

"uh well i guess that's the whole story!" "yeah and perfect timing too. hey guys i have to go sorry i didn't answer that many questions but hope you enjoyed vansssa and i talking. hope to talk with everyone soon :) bye! i'll text you vanessa."

dylan ended the livestream and went downstairs to set the table for dinner. vanessa's instagram had just received a new famous follower.

@/lolaflanery has requested to follow you

accepted

@/lolaflanery sent you a message!
hey girly! so you're friends with dylan too?

"oh shit." vanessa was screwed.