Bad Romance
Author's Notes:
Depending on what kinda response I get from this stupid thing I'll post more. For now, you guys can have a pilot chapter. XD
This fic is dedicated to all the obnoxious people who make wisecracks about Lady GaGa and her "secret boyfriend" simply because I cosplay as a guy by the same name. *rolls eyes* Yeah, this is for you.
…and also to Arki. No further explanation for him is needed. He just is.
Absolutely NO thought went into the creation of this monster. It's more or less something I did for shits and giggles and now it's gotten out of control and it's unleashed its unholy wrath upon the internet. No, it's not Godzilla, but it's equally scary and it's out for your blood.
This story is about a guy named Matthew Williams and a really, really big misunderstanding…
Prologue
I'm not completely sure how I found myself waking up in a hotel in New York City next to a certain outlandish celebrity… naked… in the gigantic king's bed with her limbs tangled with mine… But it happened, and now I gotta deal with it.
There are rules, you see. People like me… well, we're not technically people when you get down to it. And because of that, we're not really supposed to hang around "normal" people who aren't in the know about what we are, as well as the others like us.
I'll get right to the point, I guess.
What if I were to tell you that a certain American by the name of Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta slept with the nation of Canada after a wild party?
You'd laugh, wouldn't you?
But that's what happened. I'm usually the most invisible guy on earth, and somehow last night I brought Lady GaGa herself back to my hotel room and… and…
Oh, god. Alfred's gonna kill me.
