Prologue

"You have no messages." Even Siri letting him know the obvious didn't make the rejection any better. Dan ran his fingers through his hair again and sighed noisily. He had checked his phone relentlessly everyday for the past two weeks. He knew it would end up like this, but the black screen was still earth shattering. He glances through the filtered darkness and chucks his iPhone onto his beanbag chair. "Fucking shit. I hate girls." He muttered, knowing that's not a true statement. Dan pushed back his hair and shoved his face into his pillow, only to feel tiny droplets of water running down his face. It's not even worth it, he thought to himself, just let it go. She's nothing now. She never got to be a something. Quietly, his sobs faded and sleep gently covered him.

Len analyzed the situation as she showered and thought about what she should've done, if she were a normal girl. Any other normal girl would immediately call. Any other girl would get over her own selfish problems and run back into his arms. Any other girl, she thought bitterly. Why didn't she call him? They'd spent the entire time together at Vidcon, laughing at everything, sharing secret smiles over lunch, holding hands. Something was different about how she felt being him. The coy affection and sexual tension lingered in every room they stepped in, but yet, neither wanted to admit it. She allowed herself a small smile to think about everything that had happened, until Francesca knocked loudly and screamed for her to get out.