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Sometimes, you wonder why you are even in the fandom. After all, there are only five of them, and it is not like you will ever have a chance to meet them. Ever. Five beautiful, wonderful boys, and then there is you. A odd, cocky teen who does not seem to be like anybody else. You constantly compare yourself to everyone else in your high school, and though you have tried, you never seem to fit in anywhere. Even though you constantly fangirl over those amazing boys that will "someday be your husband", you know that you are just talking to yourself. Even if you do meet them, they won't even notice you. Tears trickle down your face every night, and slowly, the realization starts to set it. You. Will. Never. Meet. Them. EVER.
You plop down on in your cafeteria seat next to your best friend, Blanche, as you wait for the first bell to ring. "Hey _____!" Blanche says cheerfully. "You look like, really down in the dumps, hun. Are those tear stains? Seriously, are you OK?"
Even though you usually are pretty depressed when you think about 1D, you still are super peppy are around all of your BFF's. Just Kidding. You know you only have one.
"Yeah, I don't know. You know that-"
"Ugh, you weren't thinking about Harry again? Come on girl, build a bridge and get over it. You can still love him, even if you don't marry him."
"I just, I don't know. I love him, and I just can't stop thinking about him!"
"_____, he is just a celebrity and I don't think that normal teens are like this. Just find some one else that you like. It is going to be OK. For real, come on."
"Uh, whatever." The bell squeals and all of the teens file out of the huge cafeteria. Jackson, a know-it-all you have been competing with for years, trips you then smiles slyly. Blanche gives him a dirty look then helps you up.
"Hun, you are so down in the dumps. Please, I can not see you like this!"
"B, I do not need your snarky comments. If he wants to hate me, fine. Join the other thousands of kids."
Honestly, you never really understood why you were invisible. You were a strait A+ student, volunteered regularly, and complimented people often. Yet, it seemed that you were just a blotch on everyone's canvas- obviously you did not matter to them. As you daydream and slink down the hallway, Blanche shakes your shoulder.
"Look ______!" She squeals. "It is Isaac! Oh my gosh! There he is!" She prances around crazily and starts digging her nails into my arm.
"Great." You mumble. "Just great." Isaac is Blanche's crush- or at least one of them. She draws him constantly and honestly, you think that it gets a little annoying. But, even though she is completely bonkers about him, you actually think she is quite calm around Isaac. Blanche strolls up to Isaac and smiles shyly at him
"Hey, Isaac. You look really nice today." She says in a believable voice, which is kind of absurd because he is wearing jeans and a hoodie, as always. Blanche always makes everything that is unbelievable believable.
"Thanks, love. You look pretty, too." He says quietly.
"Am I the only one who is alone now? You think. Blanche waves at Isaac and Isaac nods.
"Isn't he so cute? He called me LOVE!"
"Uh, he calls everyone love, Blanche."
"You are just jealous, hun."
I scoff, but then Blanche puts her arm around me as we walk down the hallway. Kids shove us to the side and Blanche drags me through the stampede. You look at her sympathetically then decide to finally tell her your opinion.
"Are you crazy? Blanch, I don't mean to be a brat, but I don't think he would date you. You are a great friend, and a lovely girl. But, you aren't really-popular."
Blanche looks at me and rolls her eyes.
"Come on, hun. Just because you are upset does not mean I have to be!" Blanche says cheerfully as she dashes off toward her locker."Bye girl! See you in 1 period!" You stare, dazed, as she saunters down the hallway, completely untouched by your comment.
Sometimes you wonder why you even know such an optimist.
You watch her escape down the hallway and slowly turn into one of the many silhouettes going to their classes. You stop by your locker and put in your locker combo, and, as always, it gets stuck.
"Uh, cheap lockers." You mumble to yourself.
"Hey. Need some help?" A boy next to you asks. You spin and face the cute boy that stands in front of you. You recall him talking to you before, but you couldn't exactly remember who he was.
"Um, yeah. Sure." He smiles at you at rattles your locker, popping it open. He stands at your locker, waiting for you. Have you had a conversation with this boy before? Then you remember... he always asks if you need help, and he always seem to be hanging around you. You wonder-
"My name is Peter."
"Hi. My name is (y/n)."
"I know." You give him an odd smile, grab your fat backpack and sling it across your shoulders, and start to trudge of to class for another long day.
The bell sounds just as you enter the room. You stare, startled, at the students that have become a part of your everyday life. You never have really looked at them closely, they just seem to flash by. Their is Blanche, of course, and your other best friend, Max. Although you know the others names, you don't know them personally.Over in the corner, those are the cheerleaders, Megan and Sarah. Next to them, the QB, Josh, and his girlfriend, Grace. You pretend you think they are nice and all but in reality,
You know you can't stand them.
"Daydreaming again, Hun?"
Suddenly, you are flooded with thoughts about a handsome boy with long, curly brown hair. You plaster a goofy smile on your face and answer her in your most honest voice.
"No, why would I be doing that?"
"Hmm, figures." Max does her signature eye roll and looks at you.
"We both know you are like, crazy over him."
"Yeah, so?" Your conversation is interrupted when Mr. Climek saunters into the room, dressed in a ostentatious maroon tie.
"Good morning, class." He says in his typical voice. You know that if combined a iguana and a rabid bull, you would get something like Mr. Climek's voice. For some reason, it always sounded like he was dying. Max mimicked his voice slyly.
"Guudt morneeng claz. Pleeze goa seet dohwn. Dehn you shoot goa ant taak oat yor bihnders." You tried to plaster a grin on your face, but the conversation with Blanche this morning still replays in your mind. What if it is true? What if really, you will always be just another bothersome fangirl?
You hope not.
Everyone slides into their seats and class begins. Once again, you begin to hopelessly daydream.
"Mrs. (y/n)!" You hear in the background. You continue to daydream.
"Mrs. (y/n)!"
"(y/n)!" Blanche whispers. You snap out of your fantasy. Mr.Climek stares down at you.
"Mrs. (y/n), if this continues, we will have to go outside. Why are you always like this? Always so.. hm.. peculiar? Why can't you be, well, rather normal?" You stare blankly at him. Max gives him a warning look. Isn't life worth more than this? More that being forgotten? You stand up. You look him directly in the eye. You declare-
"Not Today."
And you run.