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I walked down the school halls with my guitar in one shoulder and my school bag with the other. I was scrolling down my notifications on Twitter, reading random tweets from people who have already watched my cover video. Well, safe to say, I'm pretty big on Twitter and Youtube, but not big enough for Dave Foster to notice me. For three years, I've been desperately trying to get a follow, a mention, a retweet, or even just a favorite from Dave, but no such luck.

Do you know that feeling of following around someone you like wherever he went, but he never notices, or even if he did, he doesn't acknowledge you anyway? That's exactly how I feel every single time. Every fangirl knows that feeling. And it sucks big, big time.

It was three years ago when my world first revolved around Dave Foster. He is a part of this group of kids who post random videos on Youtube. These kids who later became the reason of my existence, not that I'm exaggerating, but it's nothing but the truth. I was new on Twitter and I didn't know my way around. So, I followed random people who seemed pretty famous and apparently, one of those random people was Dave. I just started tweeting and scrolling stuff on my timeline until I came across one of Dave's tweets. I checked it out and then checked his pictures, and pretty much stalked him. I then found out that he was in a boy group called Foster & The Boyz. Since then, I started stalking them, downloading all their videos and dedicating my Twitter account to them. I even made a Youtube account out of desperation. But sad to say, he never once noticed me, even after all those efforts I made. I even came to the point when I almost gave up, but like they said, "once a fangirl, always a fangirl".

Eyes still glued to my phone, I entered our first class and sat on a random chair near the window. I continued scrolling down tweets of Taylor Bricks, 1/6 of Foster & The Boyz. The room was chaotic as always and people greeted me as they walked past me. Lizzy, one of my best friends, came in and shooed away the kid sitting next to me and settled on it.

"Saw your video today. Gosh girl, you reached 100k in just 2 hours, it's unexplainable how 0/6 of FATB notice you." Lizzy said the moment she sat on her chair.

"A very good morning to you, too." I replied.

"Oh sorry, good morning. But really, Zy. I'm starting to think they have secret accounts and they use it to stalk you." She said.

"Oh, how I wish." I sighed. "But it would be better if Dave would like, follow me with that secret account then I'd follow him back..."

"Then you'd start DMing each other and you guys would fall in love then you only find out that it is the Dave Foster you are dating on the internet." She cut me off.

"If only Dave notices me..."

"If only Nate notices me..."

We said at the same time. Actually, Lizzy, me, and Jilliana, my other best friend, are all Fat Bees (Foster & The Boyz fandom name). We're all desperate fangirls, but seriously, everyone's a fan of FATB. The only difference is, we're dedicated, true fans.

"Oh my God. This is so freaking heartbreaking." Lizzy said as we were sat in the cafeteria at our usual place.

"What's that? Lemme see." Jillian said as she grabbed Lizzy's phone. "'Nate babe is in luurve. He's been watching videos of this girl since dawn ahahaha... dave xxx'" she read.

"Struggles of fangirls, having to compete with models their idols are possibly in love with who are a million times more attractive than fangirls are." I said.

"Retweet." Lizzy confirmed.

"By the way, that latest video of yours is trending. Can you believe it? Girl, why aren't you even verified yet?" Jill said.

"Maybe you're that girl Nate is watching. That would be less heartbreaking, but still heartbreaking on my part." Lizzy suggested.

"Impossible. Really impossible." I replied.

I started munching on my turkey sandwich while watching FATB's latest video until my phone rang signifying a notification. And to which we all simultaneously reacted.

"Shiz, you're really that girl."

"Normalcy is a lie invented by advertising agencies to make the rest of us feel inferior." --- Claire LaZebnik, Epic Fail