Plastic People & Fake Masks
"Oh my god it's Captain Sparklez! Pose for me Mr. Sparklez! Let me get a selfie!" I was hoping he'd hear me over all the commotion of his fans screaming and shouting at him, but it was a slim chance I knew. These girls had the lungs of opera singers and every single one of them were louder than me.
But he did. He heard me. Over all this noise and ear splitting screaming, he heard my voice and knew it was me. He turned in the direction I was in, his eyes lighting up in recognition when they saw me. He giggled and smiled, before holding up his sleeved hands and making a heart with them. I snapped the picture as quick as I could while the girls all around me began screaming even louder at his little gesture. I grinned because I knew that little heart was for me. Only for me, not for any of these other girls screaming his name and begging for his attention, only me.
He may be rich and famous, but he's not plastic and he doesn't wear a mask. To me he isn't a celebrity like he is to everyone else.
He's just Jordan. My Jordan. My love.
A/N this book is very mature bc there's lots of cursing, sexy references, and adult stuff (oops) so just a heads up before you start reading, this probably isn't pg rated :3 enjoy!