Hello again, kiddos.

I know last chappy was short and choppy and whatever, but I'll edit it within the next week. Or I'll leave it how it is.

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By the way, the first three lines of this chapter are supposed to be humorous, not me being stupid. Just had to point that out.

Here's chapter 2 of The Fangirl Rulebook!

Chapter 2: Drop it Like it's Hot

Obsessions.

Easy to obtain, yet difficult to drop.

Replacement doesn't help either, dipshit.

Letting out a steady breath, she pressed her cheap pair of binoculars to the window, a devilish grin ghosting her lips as she spied. Maybe inhaling the sight before her was slightly creepy in the back of her brain, but the thoughts could overcome that in a second, and she let them.

So this fetish had grown a bit in the last month, and now the blonde couldn't remember the last time she smoked, or even remember how it felt. She had to admit that replacing one obsession with another couldn't possibly work in a million years, but the petite girl could attest that this new fetish was something good for her. It lit a fire inside her that made her feel her age, and not like a forty-seven year old woman with 'extra baggage'.

Clearing her throat, she let out a heavy, deep breath as he took in the sight of the blond smiling as the slightly taller brunet fiddled playfully with the boy's bangs, his hand carding through the locks before dropping to his side again. "C'mon, James," the blonde girl muttered against her window, stomping her foot.

Just then her binds fell from their unstable position balancing on her dresser, knocking her head and sending her sprawling to the frigid, disgusting floor. "Jesus," she hissed, holding her head in frustration.

"I gotta get a better- less painful- view."

Giggling, Jo snaked her way around the lobby, unnoticed in the fairly empty area as she clutched her binoculars to her chest. The blonde stopped beside the exit doors, peering out to make sure Kendall and James still stood by the gazebos, before sneaking her way across the pool area to the space behind the plants on the opposite side of the pool as the boys. Grinning like an oh-so-obsessed fangirl, Jo thoughtlessly reached into the plants to pull out one of Carlos' tree hats, placing it on her head before settling herself in.

Sighing in contentment, the blonde pressed the binoculars to her head, spying for her ex-boyfriend and his bandmate across the pool. Eventually her gaze landed on them and she smiled, licking her lips as she watched James reach forward and fiddle with Kendall's t-shirt, purposely slipping his long fingers under the shirt before pulling back as he chattered away with the blond. Kendall smirked flirtatiously, obviously noticing the brunet's gesture as he shifted, settling a hand on his friend's hip.

"Jo, what the hell, are you doing?" An exasperated voice sounded from behind the blonde girl, pulling Jo out of her trance, the binoculars being thrown into the bushes in panic. Camille settled a hand on her hip, reaching out with long, accusing fingers to swipe the tree hat off of Jo's head, settling it safely back in the plants.

"What are you doing with Carlos' tree hat, and binoculars?" The brunette shook her head, merely sneaking the smallest of glances to the other side of the pool to confirm that it was Kendall before staring accusingly back at her friend. "You got a problem, sister," Camille chuckled, bringing a hand up to press to her forehead in frustration. No doubt about that.

The small blonde twiddled her thumbs, feeling just ever-so-slightly like a kicked puppy. "This obsession over your ex-boyfriend has got to stop- hate to say it, but he's over you," the brunette said bluntly, eying the major amount of flirting and body language exchanged between her two friends across the pool. If only she knew how much I am loving the fact that he's moving on.

After a ten minute long staring contest, Camille through her hands up in surrender and shook her head, walking off to search for Lucy. Jo's eyes followed her until she was out of sight, the blonde inwardly sighing as she realized that she had thrown her binoculars into the bushes.

She coughed as she stumbled back into her apartment, slipping her cardigan and Vans off. Smiling inwardly, she felt good about today's spying, retreating to the kitchen to obtain one of her half-empty bottles of Absolut vodka.

The blonde honestly couldn't tell when she had even started liking vodka, but she was sure as hell enjoying it as she sprawled into her computer chair, downing a quarter of the strong drink as she opened up her laptop. Things on the piece of shit computer seemed easier these days. Less recollection, more alcohol. Seemed to work pretty perfectly, in her opinion.

"Tumblr. Fanfiction. Tumblr. Fanfiction," the petite girl mumbled to herself, her eyes narrowed to slits as she leisurely sipped at the Absolut settled in her lap through a crazy straw she had on her desk. Someone had to stay classy, eh?

"Fanfiction," she decided aloud, easily using her buzz to zip her through the dear fortress of time and space to settle her on her one beloved website.

A night of ~hot~ homosexual relations warnings ensue.

Happy birthday! Have a party!

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