Five

 

"How was it?" Kit asks as I walk through the door.

I nod, "It was fair."

"Fair?!" He chuckles, "You're kidding."

"No." I say shaking my head.

He sighs as he plays his video games, "I am truly surprised you aren't sobbing at the moment." He looks at me then down at the bag I was holding, "What's that?"

"Dan and I went shopping. He forced me to buy three copies of all of his albums. Then he bought me two posters and five Bastille shirts." I sigh, annoyed. Kit laughs.

"Toss me a 'VS.', will ya." I dig in the bag, finding a "VS." album and I throw it at him. It hits him the the forehead causing him the throw the controller in the air and squeal.

Giggling, I walk into my room, closing my bedroom door. My phone tweets. It's a notification from Twitter.

@Bastilledan followed you!

"What..." I mutter.

Tweet!

@Bastilledan sent you a message!

I unlock my phone, going straight to my DM's.

Dan: Hey, Riley. Um, I know that I might sound like um...mental...but I think we should really hang out again. Well, I mean if you want. If not, that's alright too, I guess.

I laugh at his message and reply.

Riley: Sure, Daniel. I'd love to.

Tweet!

Dan: Hey! Don't call me that!

Tweet!

Dan: Is tomorrow okay?

Tweet!

Dan: Oh god. I...I am so sorry I sound so clingy.

Riley: Dan it's fine. :)

Tweet!

Dan: Great! I'll come over tomorrow! Bai! :D

"Oh boy." I say to myself, my heart pounding and starting to feel weird.

"Riley?" Kit says, peaking his head into my room.

"Yes, Kit?" I answer, placing my phone down and grabbing my laptop, pulling up Tumblr.

"I am going out tonight. Dean and I have a special date." He says, smiling.

"Special." I giggle.

"Okay, Ri Ri! Byyyye!"

"Bye, Kitty." Kit leaves and I scroll through my inbox messages.

Anonymous: THERE ARE PICTURES OF YOU AND DAN TOGETHER! EXPLAIN MISS RILEY SNOW!

I answer publicly saying;

Dear anon,
Yes. There are pictures of Dan and I. He took me for lunch at Nando's after I left the hospital. I was there because I had fainted during the past concert that they had.

@bastilleislovebastilleislife: ARE YOU AND DAN DATING?! I NEED TO KNOW! I WOULD KILL YOU IF YOU ARE!

Dear bastilleislovebastilleislife,

        No. I am not dating Mr. Daniel (although I wish I was). We are just friends. Well...I think. Unless he is just being nice.

ONE NEW LIKE!

@BastilleDan liked your post

ONE NEW REBLOG!

@BastilleDan reblogged your post adding: hahaha. we aren't dating. ya.....

I scroll over to my bookmarks, clicking Wattpad, and pulling out my electronic cigarette (a.k.a. eVapor. BUBBLEGUM FLAVOR!) 

10 new inbox messages!

20 new comments on "Gay Bar (Dyle)"!

100 new votes on "Gay Bar (Dyle)"!

I press the button on my eVapor, inhaling and exhaling, smoke surrounding my head. I reach over for the remote to my boom box, turning it on. It starts automatically playing Avril Lavigne. God damn. Seriously, I would go lesbian for her.

I go to my create and continue to write chapter thirty of "Gay Bar (Dyle)". So far, this story is number one one page one under the tag Bastille, which makes me incredibly happy.

But I suddenly cannot concentrate on writing my story. My mind travels off because now all I can think about is Dan.