Stuck In The Fanzone •Mario Selman Fan Fic•

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"Girls shouldn't be drinking,"he said. "It's not the best for you"

I became fairly annoyed that I could not form a coherent sentence. Can I just stop, he is a person too. Damnit.

"It isn't good for you either, aren't you hypocritical" I point to his can of bud light.

What's up with that brand of beer, my dad even drinks it.

"Do you need help?" He asks.

I scoff and try to open it again. I can feel his smirk burning through my skin. I let out a sigh and hand him the bottle. I rake my fingers through my mess of a hair and wipe the sweat off of the nape of my neck, do I really not exercise enough?

He manages to twist it open without any issue and hands it to me with a smirk. How is my question.

"Thank you " I smile.

I could not help but blush, who wouldn't?

So there we were taking in short glances at each other. The starlight did not give off much light, but enough so that I could study his face when it was my turn to glance.

I tip back my bottle, it was disgusting but I was too pumped up on adrenaline to let it bother me. It tasted bitter and burned as it went down.

"I like your shirt" I say shyly.

I took in a harsh breath, realizing I was holding my breath in anticipation.

He let out a deep sigh, "you must know who I am"

My heart fell and I was left emotionlessly still.

I tried to say something but I could not even fathom a sentence . Before I could say something he stood up.

"Of course, I knew it was too good to be true" he muttered "You are practically making things awkward, i've had a couple run-in's with fans and it went exactly how it is going now. They seem awkward and stuff then they open up and enter your heart and leave you in a million pieces. You are a fan,"

I knew who he was talking about her name is Ariana, beautiful I will tell you that.Beauty was the only good attribute she possessed . She was really just a  conniving  girl hoarding the attention. She never really liked him, but when he took a liking to Ariana she found it as a chance to fame. So she took it.

"Shit, I didn't come here to listen to your petty issues" I snarl back.

I got up as well and we had a staring battle. He narrowed his eyes and I did the same.

"I don't date fans" he muttered finally blinking, ending the short lived battle.

I scoffed in his face,  trying to by myself some time to think of a lie, "luckily I am not a fan. But the real question is What is your name?"

Obviously I knew his name, but I wanted to see where this was going to go. Maybe he would lie or tell me the truth.

"My name is Mario Selman," he says bluntly. "Are you sure you haven't heard of me?"

"Nope and I am Ashley" i mocked nonchalantly while plopping back down onto my chair once more.

He stood a while longer and I prayed that he would sit back down with me. Then he did and I used all of my might to wipe off the goofy grin on my face.

He put his hands over his face for a couple seconds then placed them on the frayed edges if his chair

"I'm sorry. I dated a fan for a whole year to find out she never really cared. She just used me ..." He begin.