Maybe This Year...(Shane Dawson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1~ Stalker Shane

Hi. My name's Ri Collette, no, my parents weren't drunken idiots when naming me, and no, my name's not 'Rihanna,' I did not ever date Chris Brown, and never intend on doing so. My full name's Riley-Belle Collette, and yes, my parents weren't drunk...just idiotic with naming! But I'm saying now, dare call me 'Riley,' I swear to God, I’ll fucking destroy you in a heartbeat.

But I'm getting way too into my name, and this story isn't even remotely about my name...mostly. And it isn't some soppy 'Who am I?' "Why am I here?' Blah, it's not that kind of tale. I'm 22 years old, and this is the story about how I, Ri Collette, an average, lazy ass twenty year old ended up becoming best friends with the Shane Dawson.

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"Riley!" my mother's shrill voice echoed through the vent. "MY NAME'S RI!" I yelled back angrily, sitting up in my bed "Your birth certificate begs to differ!" I rolled my eyes "POINT OF WAKING ME?" I yelled back in anger, my head was throbbing. I left the light on again so it was blaring in my eyelids the entire night, making me vision really bright and fuzzy "Your agent's on the phone!" 

I quickly ran over to my door and unlocked it, running down the stairs quickly. "Hello?" I answered puffed out. "Riley!" he greeted, I rolled my eyes and leant on the dining table. My agent's name's Mark, and he's the only person I allow the name 'Riley' to pass with, mainly because he's my agent and he sets me up with jobs, but the remainder is the fact he's fucking insane. You may not believe it's physically possible, but I believe he'd be able to bite my inexistent balls off over the phone...that scary! 

"Well, a friend of mine is directing a horror film...and he was wondering if there's a pretty girl with a lot of enthusiasm " once he said enthusiasm, I groaned internally

"It's a short bit...but it's a bit...you in?" I nodded to myself, remembering he can't hear nods "Hell yeah! When?"

Today at 12:45 in our agency, okay?" I nodded writing down where. I forget easily. I've forgotten my birthday at least 10 times now, and it took me majority of the day to catch on…that forgetful!

"What happened?! Do you have an audition, sweetie?!" I slammed my door shut and locked it without response. I really hate my mother. She's fucking bi-polar!

One second she'll be as nice as anything, then BOOM, a total bitch! I hate it! 

I grabbed some of my leggings which are leather half way and fabric the rest. I shoved my shorts down and pulled them up without effort. I pulled a random white polka dot shit and zipped it up.

Agents don't want some stereotyped princess character, no, they mould you into that, they want to see, 1. Your body, 2. Mannerisms and 3. Ability...not how they can brand you immediately. 

I typed my hair up and jumped out of the window, luckily I didn't wear heels like last time. I got into my car and drove. 

"You're early for once! Good girl!" Mark complimented "Where’s the bathroom?" I begged, he pointed to it, I walked along and reality bites me in the face...Unisex. 

I fixed my hair and put some eyeliner on. The door opened, I took no notice to it though

"Hi," a guy began, he startled me so I smudged my makeup "Shit!" I growled rubbing at it

"You here for the audition?" he asked adjusting his green checker shirt, buttoning it up

"Yeah!" I said enthusiastically, putting some red lip gloss on "Well," I began as I packed my things up "Good luck!"

"Hope to work with you!" I stopped and spun around

"You're awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?" I asked walking back up to him