#notafanfic

an original story w original characters and a semi-original plot

it’s in episodes bc i wanna be different and yes characters are black bc i’m black (except one but he 50/50 so we gonna let it slide)

just something i write in the notes when i’m bored and i enjoy reading it (yes i enjoy reading my own stuff when i’m bored it’s okay). and if you wanna know more about the characters, lemme know! (even tho i doubt anyone will see this so i’m just posting this to make myself feel good)

episode 1

chy’anne

“girl you have to come to the game with us tonight,” i rolled my eyes. “please~? my sister will pick us up and drop us off.”

“and why? you know i don’t care about no fuckin football.” never have, never will. what was special about this particular game, i didn’t know until my best friend was happy enough to remind me.

“okay but, you know who plays~” laila sang in my ear. i smiled as i thought about the only reason i would even think to attend a game. andreas andino. that man was fine outta his mind. it’s a shame my crush on him for the past 6 years did me no good. i bet he’s never even thought about talking to me. but in his defense, i’ve never thought about talking to him either. it wasn’t like we were complete strangers. we’ve been going to school together since elementary i just never had the guts to talk to him because he’s always been in that circle and i’m not.

“see? we should go for the one time. just for him.” it wouldn’t be so bad if the only reason was to see him. i didn’t really care about the other stuff.

“i’ll go but i don’t have shit to wear.” laila stood up from my bed and walked to my closet.

“oh, baby. we can fix that.”

once she found something appropriate for me to wear, i took my braids out the bun and put on my glasses for the night.

when we got there, the stands were packed full as if everyone thought they were watching a nfl football game. i heard our team was good, but i didn’t know how good.

“damn this bitch more packed than a mothafucker,” laila commented as we looked around for open seats. when we spotted two of our other friends, nashae and namir up high in the stands. we made our way up and scooted in next to them

“we see you brought the hermit.” namir commented. i rolled my eyes.

“she only here because she wants to see—“

“andino~” the three of them sang like little cupids.

“all of yall can go to hell.” they snickered at my reaction.

“don’t worry, you didn’t miss too much of the show. just starting second quarter.”

“your man been hittin some touchdowns, girl.” nashae squealed.

i sat up to see if i could recognize him out on the field. “what number is he?”

“twenty.” namir smirked. and there i saw him. running the ball with his long light brown hair sticking out the helmet he wore. i didn’t know anything at all about what he was doing, but i could watch him do it all day.

“aw hell.. we lost her.”

“earth to chy’anne.” laila started snapping her fingers in my face.

“huh..” i turned to her.

“i’m going to the concession stand, you want something?” she asked as she stood up and began to walk down.

“y-yeah, but i’m comin with you.” i followed her down the stands and to the concession stand.

after we grabbed some chips and sodas, we sat back down to watch the game. the game lasted about another two hours before it was nearing the end and people were starting to get up to leave to beat traffic.

“we leavin yall?” nashae stood up and asked all of us.

“yeah we can go. you ready to go, chy?” i wasn’t ready to go. i kinda wanted to see if i could talk to andreas before i left but i wasn’t sure if that was possible or not.

“nah she wanna stay and see her man~” nashae smiled as namir stood up with their stuff. we all stood up and we’re at the the bottom of the stands by the gate now.

“well i’m her ride so, bye yall~” nashae and namir said their goodbyes to laila and i before we waited around by the gate for the players to come out. almost everyone had left by this point. after they did their team stuff, andreas actually started to walk over to the gate where we were. he was still in his uniform pants but the only difference was that he took his shirt and helmet off. so he was walking over to us with a white tank top and his uniform pants. but his hair, my god his hair! it was all over the place because of the helmet but it was beautifully brown and bushy, like a lion’s mane and it touched the midsection of his back.

“girl how long we gon be—“

“he comin…over here. he really comin over here.”

“don’t do no stupid shit.” laila quickly whispered to me before he completely faced us from the other side of the gate.

“hey, chy’anne?” oh my fuck, he spoke to me.

“h-hey, andino— i mean, andreas. i’m sorry.” i could hear laila mentally face palm herself behind me.

“you can call me andino, it’s fine. people do it all the time.” he smiled with all his pretty white teeth and his pretty little dimples to match. “anyways, you waiting for someone?”

laila came from behind me. “she was waitin for you, pretty boy.” i guessed this was her version of moving things along because i definitely was not doing the best at that right now.

andreas looked at me with raised brows. “oh? ‘that so?” he looked at me inquisitively with those chocolately brown eyes.

“came to the game just for her andino~” she really did not just do that?

he laughed. “really?” i felt so embarrassed. crawling into a hole and going to sleep or something sounded real good right about now…

“she’ll tell you all about it. listen, chy i’m gonna be in the car when you’re ready. bye~” she left me alone with andreas after doing that, knowing i didn’t really know how to talk to him without tripping over my own tongue.

“andino~” he mocked before laughing again.

“are you mocking me?” he started walking along the gate and i started walking too.

“no, no. i think it’s kinda…” he jumped over to the other side. “kinda cute, actually.”

“really?” he thinks i’m cute?

“yeah. i actually didn’t expect you to come tonight.”

“yeah normally i’m at home but laila wanted me to come so..”

he scoffed. “sure.” everytime i’m near him, i forget how freakishly tall and big he is. the width of one of his arms was the size of my head.

“you, uh, look nice tonight, by the way.” was he really paying attention to me that hard?

“aww really?” i knew he didn’t really care about how i looked and it was just something to talk about.

“yeah, actually. you always look good.” i rolled my eyes. “if you think i’m bullshittin you, i’m not.” must’ve read my mind.

all i could do was hum, i didn’t know how to talk to him beyond this point and i was getting sleepy and it was getting late.

“can i give you my number? unless you already have it..” i took out my phone and looked through it.

“i don’t.”

we exchanged numbers and he ended up walking me to laila’s sister’s car.

“i’ll try to text you tomorrow.”

“why? you need something?” he looked at me like i did something wrong.

“no i just, just wanna talk to you.” he talked to me in that low rasp and i almost fell out right there. i wasn’t used to people texting me if they didn’t want help with work or something.

“o-okay.. goodnight, andino.”

he laughed. “goodnight, chy’anne.” he told me before i got into the car and we drove on.

“you did it again.”

“goddamnnit..” i whispered to myself.

my situation has adjusted and my updates will be shorter . ill update every now and then but besides that this blog will be dead on my part -

i ‘ m so sorry , but i might end up leaving the blog -

Death was already round the corner for Hier. He just didn’t know it yet. It was here— to feed on him, to scour him, to pounce on it. Lay it’s hands on his cold shoulder, not to console him. But to devour his soul. Hier went on living, unperturbed— because he didn’t have the knowledge of different death. He didn’t know. That naive boy. But was it better that way? To have death take you by the collar and have your soul sucked out from the very depths of you? Or did having the wisdom of death make you feel more prepared? To flee from its clutches or to face it, dauntless? It didn’t matter for Hier— death was already on to him. And there was nothing the lad could do. Except succumb to death. Or could he fight it? But did he have the strength? The muscle? The gut? To defeat the most powerful and unknown? To rid the world of its injustice and cruelty? Of course, for some death was the extreme opposite. But Hier was no victim.

Hier was the valiant, the hero—the town of Calipha believed him to be the only one who could truly win against the veil of death. Not through power, but through wit and courage.

After my near death experience, I became reserved. Only speaking when I’m needed. I only talk about what’s being talked about. I began to eat way less. I began to ignore my friends, my family.

During my near death experience, I thought about it a lot, I felt calm. Not surprising. One minute you’re looking at your iPhone, playing video games or whatnot while you wait for traffic to move, then suddenly you hear a truck, honking, and honking. Loudly.

You know how they say when you’re almost at life’s end your entire life flashes before your eyes?

That’s wrong. Well for me, at least.

I didn’t have my entire life flash before my eyes. All I saw was rain pouring down, and the lights of a truck.

It wasn’t meant to like this! Was the sad shout I heard from my hospital bed.

He’s supposed to grow up, blah blah blah.

I suppose this wasn’t truly supposed to happen, yet, I kinda feel grateful that truck as hurtling towards me. Ok, my mom would see her only son die, but at least her major d!ckhead of a husband died.

I always hated him. He calls me “kid” whenever we’re talking. His breath always smells beer and cigarettes whenever he talks, it gets on my nerves. Every. Time.

But, well. Here I am.

Lying on a hospital bed while my mother weeps on her helpless child. Lying on this bed, I can hear the sounds of singing. Singing of angels. A white light began to shine through the ceiling.

Amy: You know what you are a really fake Directionator and I am a true Directioner I even have a twitter I haven't tell you!

Me: Really?! You're a Directioner? And what is you're twitter username?

Amy: My twitter username is HornyForHoran!! =D

Me: O_O O-kay!

Amy: and I even have a tumblr it's named CarrotsandLouis/Tumblr!

Me: Hehehe~ You know One Direction better than me? then answer these questions

"Who is Josh?:

Amy: "Josh Hutcherson!"

Me: -_- And you call you'rself a true Directioner?! =S Okay next question

"Who is Andy?"

Amy: "Toy Story Andy~" Just kidding he's Louis's best friend

Me: *ROFL* Oh god you don't even know who is andy?! He is Liam's Best Friend!

Amy: I don't need to prove you that I am a Directioner or a Directionator! I've got one question for you!

Me: Bring it on!

Amy: Who is the one who is called Purr-Ball in the group of 1D?!

Me: -_- No one!

Amy: Haha~ Harry is called Purr-ball coz he likes cats and louis calls him Purr-Ball!

Me: AHAHAHA~~ What the hell is a "Purr-Ball?!"

Amy: Okay okay a really hard question for you now: Who is called "The Orange Boy" in the group of 1D!?

Me: -_- No one!

Amy: Louis is called the orange boy in the band you are a Directionator and I am a True Directioner! Zayn and Niall even follow me on my twitter and my tumblr is much popular than you'rs!

Me: HornyForHoran?! Seriously that is not even you're twitter account!

Amy: It is too! 

..At the end I let her win that she is a True Directioner cause she really likes to win a fight!! But I know that she can never be a Directioner coz she says bad things about One Direction in front of me!

  That's pretty much it what happened Last Night!