Fanficton
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"OK, but the fuck is a fanfiction?" Michael asked me, his green eyes full of confusion. I choked on my spit and froze, not expecting him to ask. He was so pure and innocent, so his question wasn't the only thing to shock me. It was his swearing too. "Its a uhhhh.... Type of story that fans write for their idols, you could say." I said, my voice strained. His eyes brightened. "Really? Could I read some?" He asked excitedly, his innocence being adorable yet really annoying at the same time. I shook my head no. "Sorry Mikey, you can't read it right now." He pouted, but then his facial expression turned into a confused look again. "Have you ever written any?" I looked at him. "Written what, Mikey?" I asked. His wide green eyes were full of curiosity, and mischief. "That stuff." He said softly. "The... The fanfiction." Where a random fan gets trapped in a hotel with an innocent member of her favorite band who has a strange curiosity to learn about fanfiction.
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"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.

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