A/N Hello again! Ok so while I'm writing this, I'm starting at 12.12 midnight and I can't sleep cus I had to much coffee and it's not wearing off because I've only started drinking it today :p I'll probably abandon this till the morning at around 1.45am XD also side note, check out Troye Sivan on YouTube. He's from Australia (where I live :)) how did something that attractive came out of this god forsaken country! Anyway, here's a Shane Dawson fan fiction for you utter horrification because I can't write for shit 3 I guess this is a bit AU because he's not going out with Liz bug in this :p
"Scarlette, wake up, we have to leave for the airport soon!" I heard my mum whisper as she gently shook my shoulder with cold hands to wake me up. I groaned and began to sit up as she scuttled out of the room.
"You have five minutes to get out of bed!" She shouted as she was walking up the hall. I reluctantly pulled my sheets off and clambered out of bed, tripping over my own clumsy feet. My clock read 7.30am. What. The. Flip. Why the hell was I awake so early!?
To start from the beginning, this is what had happened over the past few days.
My mother had informed me that my best friend from when I was 2-7 years old was coming back to Australia for a month after being in America for 11 years. Apparently we had become best friends from the moment we met each other, then his Mum decided they were moving to America and I haven't seen him since. Of what I remember his name was Shane but that's about it. I found that cool because one of my favorite YouTubers was called Shane. I thought for a second it might be him but, seriously. In the real world, what is the chance of that happening?
I didn't know what to expect, a person can change a lot in 11 years. What if he was some kind of creeper or he was like, a freaking axe murderer! I then realized that the chances of him being either of those was about as good as the chance I'm going to stop loving Nutella.
I jumped in the shower, quickly washing my hair and body, letting the warm water untangle what my hair had become overnight. I had ridiculously fine and oily hair, but it was really thick and reasonably long. I had dyed it fully blue as soon as my last year of school finished a few weeks ago. It wasn't as... Erm, vibrant, as it was before but it was still... Well, very blue.
I stepped out of the shower, drying my hair off with a towel and going back to my bedroom to get some clothes. I chose out a pair or black skinny jeans, my purple Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil shirt with my black trench coat and converses. I basically lived in this outfit; I think it creeps people out a bit.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and dashed out of my bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. The smell of tea was overwhelming.
"Morning Scar, do you want something to drink before we leave? We'll have proper breakfast when we get back." My Dad asked, holding up the kettle. He spoke fast and a bit rambley. I could tell he was nervous.
"Uhh, I'll have tea thanks." I said, smiling.
"Don't let the monster have anything to eat or drink, it'll just make her fatter and she'll crush the house." My older brother scowled at me.
"Shut-up peasant or I swear-" I spat at him before I was cut off by my mother.
"Don't talk to your brother like that! It's rude!" She frowned at me. And just like usual, she took the side of my brother. I didn't bother arguing, I'd been there before and it was not pleasant. I walked to the kitchen where dad was holding out my mocha. I took it and sat down at the table and opened my laptop, checking Tumblr, email and Facebook. Just the usual. My Tumblr was swamped with pictures of YouTubers, Doctor Who, and gifs of stupid shit I didn't think existed. The usual creepiness of the Internet. Facebook was my best friend Violette telling me through chat to check out a fan fiction she wrote about a walrus, some badgers and an otter or something like that at 3am when she was high on coffee (a/n this actually happened :p). I told her I was leaving for the airport soon, she didn't reply because she was asleep. Hmf, typical. Email was loads of fan fiction and Tumblr notifications. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I finished my mocha and placed it in the sink before shutting my laptop and shoving it into my bag.
"Ok, everyone in the car." Mum said, ushering everyone out the door. I grabbed my bag off the floor and started walking out the door toward the car, opening to door and sliding into my usual spot by the window. My brother sat in the seat furthest from mine thank god. Dad was driving and mum was in the passenger seat going on about something that happened 13 years ago. I took out my iPod and put my headphones in, putting 'Superluv' and 'We're my OTP' on loop.
The rest of the car ride was un-eventful. Got yelled at a bit for nothing, and then warned by dad for me and my brother to behave in front of our guests.
The airport was busy and loud. Full of people with big and small suitcases, some talking on their phones, some running in frustration of missing their flight.
We had to go through security to get to the gates where we were meeting out old friends. These things always freaked me out. I knew I had nothing to hide. But I was always paranoid they would find something. I put my iPod, laptop and bag onto the conveyor and walked through the scanner, holding my breath and trying not to look suspicious. I had to be pat down once in Finland, and I really didn't want a repeat of that. I almost shuddered at the thought. I collected my belongings on the other side and repackaged them into my bag, following the rest of my family to gate 12.
The plane had just landed and the first lots of exhausted and disheveled plane goers were re-uniting with their friends and family. I didn't know who I was looking for when it came to who we were meeting. I sort of remembered what the mother looked like but that was about it.
"There they are." Mum said. I immediately snapped my head around to the gate. Then proceeded to almost faint when I saw who was walking towards us.
Shane Freaking Dawson. And the rest of his family. But Shane. Holy shit.
I waited until they were closer to see if they were just going to walk past us. But they didn't. The stopped in front of us.
I just looked at them, mouth hanging open like a gold fish. I couldn't even say anything.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jerid and my brother talking and shaking hands and our parents hugging. I looked back at Shane, my mouth still wide open. He smiled at me and I swear I passed out. He stretched his arms out and pulled me into a tight hug. I blushed like a tomato and hugged him back harder and squealed like a bloody T-rex. I finally let go of him, still squealing a little.
"Mum, why the hell didn't you tell me that it was Shane fucking Dawson?" I asked.
"Language Scarlette! And I thought you knew." She replied.
"Before he comes into your room you better take down all your posters, you creep." My brother spat at me. Shane laughed.
"So I guess you're a fan then?" He whispered to me.
"Ha, I think 'fan' is a bit of an understatement." I whispered back.
A/N ok so first chapter finished. Should I continue this? I'm not sure if I should. Anyway, please please review and I'll give you a hug and a free cup of tea! I don't mind if it's telling me how bad this story was, all feedback is welcome J side note- hug and cup of tea may be virtual. Thanks everyone 3