AN: I'm testing the waters of Fanfiction before I post my real stories. Hope you like. c: R&R

"I'm going to post it!" I said finally. All day had been crazy stupid. This fanfic was going to be the death of me. I'd written it late at night, but everytime I came to post it on , my stomach would turn to stone and I couldn't, for the life of me, press the "post" button. I logged onto my account and and uploaded the file. That's as far as I could get.
What if they didn't like it? Did I make that character too Mary Sue-ish? Is he acting like he would in the book? I don't know what'd I do if they hated it. "They" being everyone on . I write confidently, feeling the emotions and the flow of the story, but when I reread it I'm not sure if I feel the same as when I'm writing. The devestation isn't the same, the fluff isn't as spontaneous ( Or, perhaps, too spontaneous. ) the story line is predictable. I'd posted before a long time ago, but it failed. Horribly. I made another account to avoid the flames. But now I couldn't bring myself to post anything.
And now I'm writing a fanfic about it. Is that irony? Or is it just stupid. I can't tell anymore.

Erik walked into the room suddenly. I jumped out of my swivel chair, nearly knocking my computer over. I tried to close my program, but he'd already seen it.

"I thought you said you were going to post that fanfic," He said, "Why haven't you?" I sucked in both of my lips and chewed on them, gripping the edge of the table.

"I'm going to... just... not right now. I need to read it a couple more times and iron out the kinks," I said, looking at my hand. His eyes were penetrating behind his mask.

"Did I not tell you to post it?" He said, calmly. It was the scariest when he was calm, like he was on the edge of cold-blooded murder. "If you do not post it before tomorrow, the Angel of Death will punish you." I forced a mischevious smile off my face.

"Punish?" I asked innocently, creeping forward.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, my child." He said with a sigh, "Its very unladylike."

"And its very ungentlemenly to threaten a lady," I say defensively, putting my hands on my hips. Erik rolled his eyes visibly, crossing his arms.

"Look, the more we argue, the more out of character I'll become, so, run along." He said, waving his hand towards the computer. I moaned irritably.

"But, I can't write. And my internet connection is stupid. Why can't I just spend some time with you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Its not healthy to hang out with a figment of your imagination. Especially when you're a 15-year-old girl who should be having a great time with her friends during summer break. Plus, I'm hooking up with Christine later." He smiled unchastely. This time I rolled my eyes.

"Its a wonder she's not pregnant." I said, eyeing him suspicously.

"According to every other fan fic, she is," He shrugged. "Isn't your fan fic going to do that?" He raised an eyebrow. I blushed at what he was suggesting.

"I'm not actually going to write the scene..." I sputtered. "You get YOUR mind out of the gutter!"

"Do you see what you've done?" Erik asked, "I'm completely out of character now. Thanks a lot." He wiped his face under his mask. "Why am I here anyway?"

"You wanted me to post the fanfic?"

"Now that I think about it, you should NOT post it."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. You saying that now just made up my mind for me. I'm not posting it. It'll jut be another dead story that I'll never get recognition for."

"I guess this fanfic is completely useless now then." Erik said, moving towards the door.

"Tell me how the date with Christine goes. I'd love to write about it." I say, sitting down on my swivel chair. He laughed.

"I thought you said you would never write anything rated M."

"Shuddup, Erik."