Hello, my name is Sammy7575. That's not really my name of course, but you probably already knew that—I swear, young people are so resourceful. Recently, my daughter introduced me to "Fan Fiction." It's amazing. It's like the fans of something can be real writers and make characters do all sorts of things they would never do in their "Fandomes" (My daughter taught me so many knew things!).
I love this website, I've been reading everything I can on this site, I swear, it's better than sex! But don't tell My husband I said that L.O.L.. I think I'm ready to give it a go writing one.
The moon shone white over the quant apartment I lived in (This is called "self insert" right?"). A dark figure swept into it. But not with a broom or anything, that's just silly. The figure stood in my kitchen and I shook with fear. Or was it… anticipation?
"Samantha? Is that you?" the figure asked quietly.
"Yes, I am Samantha," I answered breathily. "who are you, I recognize that perfect, golden voice, like that of an angel or some other beautiful perfect thing, like *gasp* are you…"
"Yes, it is I, Neil Patrick Harris!" the figure stated triumphantly, stepping out of the shadow and letting me see his Grecian-god face.
"Neil, I'm a huge fan," I said weakly.
"I know, I'm a fan of yours too."
"But, why are you here?" I questioned, curiously.
"I'm here… I'm here for you Samantha!" he said, first meekly, then boldly.
"I-I don't understand." I said shakily.
"You see Samantha, I've never really been gay, I've just been waiting." He said, looking into my Hazel eyes with his Perfect ones.
"For what?" I asked softly, "For the right woman?"
"No, Samantha," he said lovingly, "For you."
My knees felt very weak and I hugged him—only partially for support. "Oh Neal!" I cried.
"Oh Samantha!" he cried back. His arms were warm and comforting and strong, but not big and bulky (Sorry Rick, love you baby!).
"That was so, magical, but cheesy. I don't think I would believe it from anyone but you."
"Even Will Smith?" Neil asked.
"Even if will smith said it I'd be hesitant to believe it." I said.
"But Samantha," Will Smith said from outside my open apartment door, "every moment of my life I've dreamt of finding you. I love you. "
"Oh will… I-I can't choose!" I said sadly.
"Samantha, you don't have to," Neil said.
"We both love you and we want to be with you forever." Will Said strongly.
"Forever?" I asked, mystified.
"Yes, forever," Neil said holding my hand. "You're love is enough to share."
"This is the best day of my life!" I said.
"I know," Will said taking my other hand. They both kissed my hands, then kissed me passionately, then kissed each other passionately.
My daughter made me promise not to post the next part, but I already wrote chapter two. Spoilers! It's sexy! I can't believe I said that on line!
