"Voila! What do ya think?" She's holding a bowl of purplish pudding looking stuff.
"What is it?"
"It's...I don't know but it looks good." She gets a spoon and puts some in her mouth. She chews then makes a disgusted face, and she spits it out in the sink. "I'm sorry, that was supposed to be for dinner. I guess we'll just have to order take-out...like we do every night." I laugh and make my way to my room.
I flop onto my bed and get my laptop. I plug in my video camera and upload the video from today onto YouTube. I log onto twitter and attempt to follow all my followers. I got a text from Alana saying she had to help her mom with dinner, which means I have to do the twitcam by myself.
@presleydavis27 Gonna do a twitcam, send in some questions!
I post the link and turn my webcam on. I start to read a few of the tweets that some people sent in.
"From @Yourmom: What's your favorite dare that you've done? One time someone dared me to scare tourists so Alana and I bought goldfish and walked up to the tourists, saying "Here!" And then we would run away. One time a tourist ran after us, saying "We no want fish!" I say, recalling that day.
"From @1D_Nina: Who's your favorite member in One Direction? Hm, I never listen to them but they're amazing. They're all cute but I like the curly haired one. Harry." I say, mostly because he's the only one I remember. "Okay next question from @comeatmebro You and Harry should- Whoa. That's inappropriate. I'm not gonna read that one."
I do a couple more questions then I turn it off when I hear Stevie calling me for dinner.
Sometimes I really hate haters. I shouldn't, I mean I should be used to them by now but I'm not. The only thing that gets me through the day is these videos. I read once that laughter can cure anything, so when I found videos of a funny girl on YouTube, I took that as a "sign".
As weird as it seems, I can't get her off my mind, and I don't even know her. My phone sends me a notification, telling me that she's doing a twitcam. I quickly unlock my phone, pluggng in my headphones and press the link
"From @1D_Nina: Who's your favorite member in One Direction? Hmm I never listen to them but they're amazing. They're all cute but I like the curly haired one. Harry. Okay next question from @comeatmebro You and Harry should- Whoa. That's inappropriate. I'm not gonna read that one."
My breath catches in my throat. Did she just say I was her favorite? I have been trying to get her attention on twitter for the past couple of days, but she hasn't said anything. Yet I'm her favorite. I must have shrieked or something because next thing I know, Louis is behind me, watching her twitcam.
"Who is that?" He asks.
"No one. Just this girl I watch on YouTube." I say, before quickly ripping out my headphones and locking my phone.
"Whatever Harry, I know you're in loove with this girl. You watch her videos all the time, not to mention you tweet her like, everyday." He says, before realization hits his face. "Are you stalking the poor girl Harry?"
"No! I'm just a really big fan!" I say too quickly. Man, I sound like a girl.