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[Book One of Social Media Series] "". . . One question though, why are you on a site for writing and reading? Those are the two things you hate the most in life." "I was curious about Fanfictions." Alison Caylen is a college student and a small time fanfiction writer. Connor Johnson is the front runner of a non traditional boyband. When Connor lets his curiosity get the best of him, he decides to sit down and read some about himself. Little did he know that he would get stuck on one story in particular. One story would change six lives. One decision can affect more than just one person. When an author’s dreams come true, is it always fun and games? Or is it a roller coaster, fast and twisty?

Humor / Romance
Kali Lynn
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One// The Interview

"Is it your story we're missing? Well did we blink? Did we miss it? Lemme tell you why I know you won't, Just admit it! Because the truth won't set you free. . ."

-Admit It, Set it Off

"So what's the plan for the new album?"

"It'll be out soon, but this one has a little bit of a different sound compared to it's predecessor."

"What, no more sweet songs that melt our hearts? No more bangers that will be blaring through all the speakers of every nightclub in town?"

"We'll still have that, don't worry. It's just. . . we've developed a slight more mature sound for our sophomore album. As both a band and as humans, we've changed in the last couple months, for the better."

"That's good. . . So what do you guys know about fanfictions?"

And this is where the fun begins.

Right in the middle of the interview, the image paused and the sound diminished.

Connor- his instinct being to start cussing- held his tongue and tore his eyes from the screen to uncover the culprit.

Hovering over his couch with a mischievous smirk plastered across his face is none other than his bandmate, Jack Marshall. His near white hair is still a wild mane waiting to be tamed and his piercing jade eyes are fixated upon Connor's screen, his features laced with confusion.

"Why the fuck are you watching our old interview? Don't you have anything better to do like stalking Big Bang's Instagram page?" Jack groaned, pushing the laptop closed with the tip of his middle finger, subtly flipping off his elder bandmate.

Connor rolled his eyes. He's used to the berating banter that him and Jack go through on a daily basis, but today just isn't the day. With their next televised interview brewing on the horizon, he's beyond stressed. All he needs to do is study and all will be well.

"Nah, their feed isn't anything I haven't seen. Besides, I heard there's some kind of Mandela Effect in this video so I had to check it out myself."

Jack nodded his head, unconvinced by his best friend's words. A smirk was plastered across his face as he muttered out a simple, "Whatever you say," before exiting the bedroom.

He had a feeling that his best friend is hiding something, but he also knows that if he wanted Jack to know, he'd tell him.

Finally, peace and quiet, Connor thought as he slipped his headphones back over his ears, engulfing himself within the interview.

A little studying never hurt anyone.


"I'm so glad to welcome everyone's three favorite boys. . . well, at least mine." The interviewer turned to the crowd, hand covering the vast majority of her face. "Don't tell my husband!"

The audience bursts into a round of applause and laughter.

"Let's give a warm welcome to the members of the band that's topping charts and breaking hearts, Last Night on Earth!"

Jack ran out onto the stage, arms waving wildly and blowing kisses at the audience. A smile is planted across his face as he starts up a chorus of fanchants from the audience.

Cameron isn't too far behind Jack, lightly jogging and giving out simple waves that make the audience swoon. Their screams only increase when Cam flashed a heart in their direction. He's always been the heartthrob (and notorious playboy) of the group.

Now the party commenced the minute Connor Bailey Johnson jumped out onto the stage, chanting "Let's get this party started!" While this action earned a few laughs from the parents and interviewer, all the fangirls in the audience are on their feet, chanting; screaming and just having a good time right along with the band.

This isn't just a fandom, it's a family.

"Welcome, welcome!" The interviewer squealed in excitement the minute it quiet down in the studio.

"Thanks for having us," Cameron nodded, subconsciously fixing his already perfectly styled hair.

She gulped, trying to hold her giggling at bay. "To start things off today, I want to switch it up. We're going to do questions from the fans!"

This earned another round of cheering from the audience.

"Will you marry me Jack?" A fan cried, her voice standing out among the rest of the crowd.

"Are you legal?" The wild platinum blonde chuckled, scouring the crowd for the owner of his sudden proposal.

"I'm nineteen."

The interviewer got up out of her seat and glided her way into the crowd, viciously searching for the fan. "Whoever said that, will you please raise your hand high!"

Cameron and Connor had a look of bewilderment spread across their features. They stare at each other, mouthing "What the hell is going on?"

This wasn't planned. The spontaneity and craziness of their fans is one reason that these three boys love them so much.

"Whose mah lucky lady?" Jack hooted from the edge of the stage. Fans continue to paw at the legs and thighs of Jack's jeans. He's already laughed it off, asking for them to knock it off, but they still persisted. At this point, he's given up.

"What's your name?" The interview lady asked, tipping the microphone to the lucky red-head whose beyond herself in excitement.

"Alyssa Jean Porter!" She lightly pushed the microphone in her direction so it's centered with her lips. "And I would like to give a shoutout to all my friends in my hometown of Sydneyville Oklahoma! I have a message for y'all, look I'm on TV and you're not! See, I told you I didn't need to go to college to follow my dreams!"

Alyssa tried to snatch the microphone out of the interviewer's petite hands, but her iron-clad grip isn't a force to be reckoned with. The young fan tried (and failed) to obtain the microphone and the interviewer moves it to her other hand, far away from the grabby hands of the red-head. She leads her down the isle and up towards the stage where two bewildered boys and one energetic puppy lie awaiting their arrival.

"Can't I just make one more shoutout?" Alyssa pleaded, holding her hands out for her prize.

"No! And that's my final answer!" The interviewer snapped, holding her head in her left hand as she just sits in her comfy chair, trying to regain her composure.

Alyssa huffed, dejectedly stomping over towards the chair closest to Jack's. She lovingly and longingly gazes at "her man" as she caressed his arm.

Jack grimaced, attempting to distract himself by focusing his attention on anyone but the creepy girl sitting adjacent to him. His body tightens as her hand continues to travel further north, about to reach his chest.

I cannot murder a fan on live television. I can not murder a fan on live television! Jack continued to remind himself as her fingers grip his left nipple, subtly squeezing it. Pain with a slight mixture of pleasure coarse through his body. No matter how hard he tried to repress it, the pleasure still continued its coarse.

As long as it doesn't wake up a certain someone, I'm good. . . Jack bit his bottom lip as his gaze catches hers. Once her eyes hit his, he immediately jerked his attention back towards the interviewer, trying to immerse himself into what ever tangent she's on this time.

Why can't this psycho at least be cute?

Why has Jack been attracting all the girls here lately? I'm more handsome than him and I got the O'Connell charm, what happened? Cameron reiterated to himself for the second time today. He hasn't even heard a single word that the interviewer has uttered, relying on Connor to be paying attention. Lord knows Jack isn't.

Jack tried to scoot away from the obsessed fangirl, but she always follows him no matter what. He's politely whispered for her to stop, but not even that has ceased her burning desire. He doesn't want to be rude. This is crossing the line in so many different levels.

"Will you please cut it out," Jack grumbled at such a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"What?" She shrieked, releasing her grip from his nipple and backed away in an over-exaggerated agony.

This snapped both Connor and Cameron out of their hazes and all eyes are on the two on the other side of stage.

"Is everything okay?" The interviewer asked sternly.

You can't cause another scandal. Jack reminded himself. Just stay calm and laugh it off.

Jack put on a false grin on his pained face. "Oh no, everything is just dandy."

The lady's cold expression melted, replaced by the original enthusiasm she presented herself with. "Good, now did you have anything for your lovely fan, Alyssa?"

Jack's face lightened a bright toothy grin plastered from ear to ear. "Ah yes, I think I do. Thanks for reminding me!"

Cameron and Connor exchanged worried and baffled glances. Through all this time, couldn't anyone have informed them of what's going on?

Jack received a box from a producer and got down on one knee in front of his psycho (and possibly stalker) fan. She gasped in awe, looking like the love of her life is about to propose.

Well, in her eyes, that's what's happening.

"Ashton. . ." He began, holding back a laugh and shit-eating grin. He's well aware of what just came out of his mouth.

"Alyssa!" She corrected with a huff, arms crossed and lip pushed out like a little kid that's not getting their way.

Does little Alyssa need their mommy? Did your whittle feelings get hurt? He grinned, unable to suppress it any longer with her reaction and the slight chuckles from both the guys, audience and the interview lady.

"Whatever. . . where was I? Oh. . . so I know we haven't known each other long, especially on my end, but I can feel a certain whatchamacallit. . ." He snaps his fingers in attempt to remember what has escaped him.

"Attraction? Feeling? Burning sensation deep inside that you can't hide anymore?" She desperately spat out in attempt to recover from the embarrassment overcoming her very being. Her eyes are bugging out and she looks on the verge of a break, ready to snap at any minute.

Jack tapped his chin playfully. "Nah, I don't think that's it!"

She rolled her eyes, face turning red with anger and embarrassment.

"Oh well, I'll figure it out six hours from now when I'm in my underwear, kicking Cameron's ass in Overwatch."

Laughter coarsed throughout the small studio, the loudest coming from his two best friends. Connor, well. . . Connor isn't making too much noise. He's laughing so hard and using so much force that no sound is coming out, leaving his face a blood red.

"So Alexander Hamilton, I would like to ask for your hand-"

"In marriage?" She squealed, interrupting Jack.

Jack choked on his own spit, completely taken back by the bluntness and obsuridity of her questions. Coughs and laughs racket his body and nobody really knows how to react.

One thing everybody notices is how psycho and annoying this "Alyssa Jean Porter" is. If that's even her real name.

"Um. . . sorry honey, but to put it nicely. . . you're not my type and that would never happen. Anyways, I would like to give you this." He hands her the blue velvet box, which she snatches out of his hands hungrily.

Her eyes widen, not in awe, but rather in disgust. She held up the blue-raspberry Ring-Pop, not knowing what to make of it. "What is this?"

Jack's own eyes widen once they laid themselves on the contents of the box. "That wasn't meant for you! Gimme that!" He snatched the candy out of her hand, placing it on his own ring finger.

"Wait, then what was my surprise?" Alyssa cried, face yet again red with anguish.

"It was supposed to be tickets or something. Now leave me alone!" He shoos her away, perfectly content while licking his candy that's stuck on his finger.

"Looks like we need to go buy more butter and ice cream," Connor sighed.

"Yeah. Wait, why ice cream?" Cameron asked.

"Cause Jack will want something cold and sweet to ease the pain."

"Might wanna make it two. . ."


"Because there's no way in hell Jack will be sharing with us and I want my damn rocky road!" Cameron admitted in a hushed voice so only the two heard.

"Three it is."

"What do you mean there are no tickets?" Alyssa roared, jumping out of her seat and stomping towards the producer.

He backed away slowly, hands in the air with a look of terror spread across his face. "We sold out a while ago. One lucky girl bought the last three an hour or so ago."

"Oh well." Jack shrugged his shoulders, still sucking on his ring. "Boy am I in heaven! Now, this might be better than sex."

"Nothing is better than sex, dear brother," Cameron snorted, earning a slap from Connor.

"Both of you, shut up! I wanna see if psycho bitch kicks his ass or not!" Connor shouted, holding one finger over his lips and another pointed in the direction of the possible fight.

Alyssa has the producer's white button-up in her fist, slightly holding him off the ground. "I want those goddamn tickets! You promised me this, and now follow through, you peasant!"

The interviewer jumped out of her seat, waving her arms rapidly. "Well, it looks like we're out of time! Thanks for coming boys and - oh god! He's not food! Get my husband out of your mouth! Stop biting him!"

Everyone at this point were roaring with laughter (with a few moans from Jack due to his Ring-Pop) so no one heard Connor sigh in relief.

His secret was safe, for now.

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