A/N: Hello everyone! I am a huge fan of the Nostalgia Critic's videos, so I decided to write this small fanfic about Hyper Fangirl and her adoration of Critic. She's heard him talk about it, she's sure she's felt it, but she still doesn't really know what love is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Channel Awesome or Doug so please don't sue me.
What is Love?
Hyper Fangirl looked up from her laptop, and stared puzzledly at the drywall in front of her.
She looked back at her computer screen, and re-read the comment left on her latest story;
"Good grammer and formating, but the characters are extremely out of character and your interpretation of love is a way off! Do you even know what love means?"
She pouted to the empty room, and said, "Of course I know what love is!"
She crossed her arms, and fiddled with the end of her red scarf in frustration.
She continued her one-sided rant to the computer screen, "Why, love is-!"
Her words halted when her mind brought up nothing but static.
She frowned, and said, "Love is-," but her mind still produced nothing.
She whirled around in her rolling chair, and stared at the other wall, pushing her glasses up on her nose.
She thought to herself, "You don't know, do you?"
She scratched her mussy brown hair, and protested to the empty room, "I know! I know what it is!"
An image of Critic was conjured in her mind, and she stood up from her chair, swooning, "Love is unhealthy obsession with one particular per-!"
But the words tumbling out of her mind made her frown midsentence, and she instead said to herself, "But if that's love, then why doesn't it ever work?"
She sat back down in her chair with a puzzled look on her face, and said to the computer screen, "If that's not love, then what is?"
She rested her elbows on the desk, and stared at the comment on the screen until the words started to blur.
Eventually she put her fingers to her keyboard, and typed a reply;
"I don't know what it is exactly. No one's ever told me. I'm pretty sure I've felt it, but now I'm not too sure."
After a short five minutes, another reply appeared;
"Love is when you feel a emptiness whenever they're gone. It's feeling like the luckiest person in the world when they're there with you. It's learning to love someone's flaws when even they can't tolerate them. It's not missing them when you took the last lifejacket, it's drowning and watching them survive. Love is someone meaning the world to you, and love is the world ending when they reject you."
Hyper Fangirl read the message line for line, then read it again.
She pondered each word, and said to the empty room again, "I'm sure of it. It is love that I'm feeling."
But another question was brought into her mind, and she thought, "Does Critic love me back, then?"