Board Thread:Fanfiction/@comment-4146635-20121201042507/@comment-4717855-20121201220305

Sighing contently, I let a small, weak yawn escape my lips as my eyes start to flutter shut, and I lean my head on Austin's shoulder, ignoring the butterflies that were tap dancing rather eagerly in my stomach and pancreas. I can feel my mind escaping to my dream world where anything and everything could happen as I willed. Of course, seeing as this was a group of three crazy teens and... me, something just had to awaken me. I mean, I know I'm wacky too, but I just hate how if you do one wacky thing, everything seems to hold it against you! Like, with me at least. If Austin did a wacky thing, the girls would all swoon and the guys would be all, "That's our A Moon!"

If Dez did something wacky, everyone would have a small fit of laughter and possibly some mirthful tears, brushing it off as something Dez was born to do. Trish, even though she hates to recall this, well.., Back in our grade school days, that was when her wacky, bossy self exposed itself. Sure, she was a different wacky than the guys; she was the mischievous, cunning wacky, and if she ever did any action along those lines, people would shrug it off. It was the Trish thing after all.

Then there was me. I'd always been the shy one; the one afraid of harsh judgement and brutal people that seemed to get what they wanted. Even with the influences of Austin and Dez, mostly Austin though, I still wasn't truly open with my wackiness. Sure, I'd broken out of my shell a bit ever since I'd met them two, but I was still a long way from my true wacky self.

Enough of my reminiscing though; I need to comment on Dez's latest wacky phrase, "Can we have a Gilesbieverse dinner?"

Reluctantly opening my eyes and sitting up, I think I see Austin's eyes radiate dissappointment for a mere moment; then they go back to their normal brown suns of warmth and ever so optimisticness.

Oh dear lord... I'm starting to make words up now! I really need a few days to myself, other wise what's next? Keeping all cheeses in my diary? "What's Gilesbieverse? Did she like, create the stupid term 'prep' or something?" I remark randomly, thinking of a few comments I'd heard from schoolmates recently. Something about Harry Potter fanfiction, vampires, and random... actions happening; apparently one of those specific actions involved Hedwig and Tom Riddle, even though he apparently dubbed himself 'Tom Satan Bombodil' then. That further proves why I don't write nor read fanfiction.

"Yes! Finally, someone that understands 'Gilesbieverse'! I'm surprised that you read 'My Immortal' though; you didn't seem like the fanfiction reading person. Oooh! What was your favorite part of the story? My favorite part was when Crookshanks turned into a spell! That pales in comparison to the amazing Auslly stories out there-" Dez starts to ramble, but Trish shoots him a murderous glare, and he immediately squeaks in fright and becomes quiet.

Quite convienent though. I mean, Crookshanks a spell? I really need to read this fanfiction one day; hopefully it won't murder my brain cells. I've seen what fanfiction does to people; I don't want to turn into an obsessor over 'My Immortal' or those Auslly stories... Wait, hold up. Auslly?!?! What's that? It sounds like... No, I'm being ridiculous. People wouldn't resort to writing fanfictions about Austin and I? Right?

"Auslly?" Austin asks, curious now. Yes Austin! Make Dez prove me wrong! Wait, I don't want to be proven wrong... Eh, it's fine now I guess.

"You and Ally, obviously! Everyone loves shipping you two; you're almost as high in popularity as Jelena, except of course without the hating mail towards Ally," Dez nonchalantly remarks, saying it as though it were a normal part of his day.

"Wait Dez, you read fanfictions about Austin and I when you see us everyday?" I ask, far beyond befuddled at this point.

"Erm... Um... You see, I..." Dez stutters incoherent words, and both Austin and I are patiently waiting for an explanation, crazy or not, when the theory of terrible timing strikes once more. Trish, who's driving, starts making some ridiculous turns, and I randomly notice an ever so increasing amount of snowflakes popping up on the car.

(I'd write more, but then I'd finish this story up, and this is supposed to be fun for everyone... If no one posts though, I may just finish it up by my long writing. So beware... Oooh...)