Prologue
Authors note:
Before I share this fanfiction, I want to make something clear. This story is completely true. It actually happened. I wrote this about a year ago when I got into Supernatural. It has been untouched and unedited since then, even though so much has changed.
When I finished writing this fanfiction, I got kind of jealous of my character. She was a badass; I was not. She was street smart; I was not. She hunted and was a hero…; I was not. And I won't say the ending because I'm not mean enough to give spoilers (SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE! THEN VOLDEMORT KILLS HIM!) But the ending sort of made me jealous of her too. I was, and still am, an avid Supernatural fan. I wanted to be my character.
Can you see where this is going? I became obsessed. I wished so hard that this story would be real. I wanted to be Rio and I wanted it bad. I began fantasizing and dreaming and writing spinoffs (which I will not share because they are all horrible) and everything like that. She had the life I wanted, even though it was horrible.
A few months ago, in November, actually, exactly a week before my 16th birthday, I got a visitor. He approached me on my walk home from school. He wouldn't tell me his name, and to this day I cannot tell you who it was. All he did was tell me he knew my deepest desire and when I expressed some doubt, he told me every detail. He knew. I had never shared this story with anyone, and yet he knew about it. At first I was suspicious and every night for those first few days I double checked the locks on my doors and windows and slept with the lights on. Think about it, a random dude approaches you on the street and knows about a story you keep in your notebook by your bedside that you've never shared with anyone. You'd be freaked out too, right?
He came back a couple days later. He approached me, again, on my way home from school. He told me he could make it come true. I couldn't help it. I invited him in my house to discuss it. He told me that he could basically turn me into Rio. He told me that it was to show me a lesson. I understand the lesson now: he actually had me write an essay on it which was weird but here's the jist of it. I need to be grateful for my own life and not dwell on fantasies ("It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live" Dumbledore). Would be great except I actually miss it… it might help if I told you what I miss…
While he sipped tea out of the TARDIS mug I gave him (gave him the tea, not the mug), he explained to me that he had the power to see people's desires and make them come true. Again, I couldn't help it. I was hooked now. I asked him what he meant. He said that he could basically make me Rio. He could transport me to that universe and shove my consciousness into hers. What I wrote would become what happens to me. And the only thing that would change in the story is I would have my notebook with me so I could follow along. Okay, cool, sounds great. What is the loophole? "There is none."
"BS" I tell him. He tells me to wait until the next morning. I would wake up and the new day would be the first day of my fanfiction.
With that he left. (He took my mug with him, that asshole. That was my favorite! So if you're reading this I want it back!) I spent the rest of that day doing my precalc and chemistry homework, and watching Shane Dawson and Charlieissocoollike and Smosh.10 came and I went to bed as normal, not really expecting the guy to have told the truth. To me he still seemed batshit crazy (excuse the language).
Morning came. Guess what? He wasn't lying. I woke up in my own bed because her room is modeled after mine, but the lack of a need for glasses confused the hell out of me. Did I accidently sleep in my contacts? Wtf? I got up and went to the living room and bam. Found my characters big brother. Sam. I thought I was dreaming.
But I lived out my story. I lived out the whole thing. When I got to the end of the notebook, the visitor came back. And he took me back home. No time had passed. I had fallen asleep in one world, woken up in another, and in those few hours I was asleep, I lived out a whole freaking 2 years.
Anyway, since this is fanfiction I should get to the actual fanfiction, but I just wanted to make sure I was clear that this is a very serious fanfiction and is very personal to me. Whether or not you want to treat it as such is up to you, but I know what happened and now you do so that's what's important.
Since this was in my notebook, I might edit the writing style as I type it out. I might insert comments here and there. But I'll try to keep it as close as possible to the original.
With that said, I present to you, uh… I should come up with a title….
CrushCrushCrush because my other fanfic had a song title so this one will too!
You'll see why