Sorry, I forgot to update this story! But here's chapter 2!
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I haven't been on a plane since I went on a family vacation to Mexico, seven years ago. The plane ride to LAX was around a hundred times more exciting than the last, that's for sure. The whole time I was making up scenarios in my head about what it would be like meeting all my favourite people on the planet - all my heroes – within the same two days. And making up different possibilities as to what I could say to them when I do meet them was stressful. Every once in a while, I'd catch my lips moving, I was thinking so intensely. Thank God for my wonderful mother who agreed to take me to California to make my dreams come true. I really can't believe this is happening, still.
The list of people I want to meet is endless: Ian and Anthony, Katers17, SMPfilms, MGM, NicePeter, Sean Klitzner, Jack Douglass, Charles and Alli, iJustine, Charlie McDonnell, Julian Smith, but most importantly, Toby goddamn Turner. Nate knew very well that I was going to Vidcon as soon as I finished my Finals, so he bought me a Thunder Thursday shirt. My number one goal is to find Toby, have him sign this top, then take a picture with him to keep forever. Then maybe follow him around for a bit.
Exiting the airport and checking in at our hotel room was no problem. Actually sleeping once I settled down for the night was the real issue. Overwhelming excitement plus my insane imagination equals two hours of sleep. But my mum and I found a Starbucks in the morning, no big deal. There was one right across the road.
I actually saw him through the window before I even entered the shop. I guess my brain told me that I was just being dumb and it wasn't actually him, but really, if you think about it, it's 8am on a Friday. The Friday that Vidcon begins. And we were at a Starbucks. Right beside the convention centre in which the event will be taking place in less than a half hour. But Toby Turner was sitting in the window of this coffee house on his Macbook with earbuds in, and an iced coffee in his right hand. His phone was sitting on the counter next to him, he was wearing a Turquoise Tuesday shirt and his glasses with the rectangle lenses. And his hair…oh my God, his hair. Sol was shinning ever so brightly right behind Toby's head, and it made his glasses sparkle. His hair fell over his forehead in perfect little swirls and-
"HEY." My mum barked. "I said, what do you want?"
"Coffee, muffin." I rushed to give her my order so I could go back to staring at the most beautiful man on the face of the earth.
"What the HELL are you examining so intensely?" she complained into my ear.
I ignored her. My feet decided that they didn't want to stand in one spot anymore, so they slowly waddled over to Toby, making me look like I had some kind of mental disability. My arm decided that it wanted to try to reach out and touch Toby's shoulder. But my brain took over for a second, a very brief second. My brain made me perk up at the sound of the gunshot, and my brain made me widen my eyes to find where it came from. A short, round man from across the street had a black pistol in his hand. The bullet he shot ended up bouncing off the curb right outside the window Toby was sitting in. It was then, that something terrible crossed my mind. What if the next one he shoots ends up in Toby. I couldn't let that happen. My body took over again. I was in the air when the second gunshot when off. My eyes were closed but I knew exactly what was going to happen next, by the sound of the glass shattering directly in front of my face. A shock of excruciating pain struck my right hip as my body smacked against the windowsill and spun onto the floor at Toby's foot.
