A/N Just a little disclaimer that may be obvious but still. I do not own Glee, I do not know personally anyone mentioned. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)
Three days had passed since Dianna's birthday party. You spent the first two days pretty much just resting, taking care of boring stuff, doing errands and also meeting up with some other friends. Now you were at home working on some makeup sketches for your next work. There were some times that Grant's image passed through your mind but you quickly tried to think about something else and clear him out of your head. The easiest way was to picture his gorgeous girlfriend on your mind.
You stand up from your working place to go to the kitchen and grab something to eat when you hear a beep from your phone. You were expecting a message from a friend of yours so you just pick the phone and check it. You just stay there looking blankly at your phone. It was not a message. It was a notification. From Twitter: 'Grant Gustin is now following you!'
You just stay there staring at your phone like you were looking at an alien. 'What the hell...?' You make a deep sigh when you see his profile and you confirm it's really him with his hundreds of thousands followers. 'How the hell did he find me here? No, the important question is why would he want to follow me here?'
You were one of those people who used Twitter regularly but certainly not intensely. You realize he probably found you through Kevin's twitter or Dianna's or even Max's since they were all following you. But that thought makes you a bit dizzy. You wonder if he found you there by accident or he was intentionally looking for you there. Still, you had some kind of courtesy rule. If someone you knew, even if superficially like the people you knew from work time, followed you there you'd always follow back. It would just seem rude if you didn't. Or at least that's how you see it.
But now you just sit down around your kitchen table, eating your apple looking at the phone without knowing if you will follow your rule or not. 'This feels wrong.' But you can't really understand why. All you know is that if that was someone random you had met during work you would instantly follow that person back and not think about it anymore. But there you are feeling strange. You finally finish your apple and as you throw the seeds into the trash can you decide 'oh, what the hell, this is a virtual stupid app'. Almost like an impulse you click on the follow button and that's it. You're now following Grant back. You return to your work table chuckling at yourself for worrying so much over such a trivial subject. 'Stupid girl. Again. Now back to work to free your mind from such irrelevant matters.'
Not even ten minutes had passed since you returned from the kitchen. You were totally focused on your work, applying now the eyeliner on one of your sketches, a delicate step that required a good dose of precision, accuracy and focus. You are so focused and concentrated that when your phone beeps again you jump on your sit, startled by the noise. Your hand instantly shifts and your sketch is completely ruined with a big smear of eyeliner all over it. 'Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!' You swear very angry almost wanting to cry, looking at the ruined piece. 'It was almost complete! Haaa, I'm just so gonna kill you Lindsay Mary!' Lindsay Mary being the person you were expecting a message from. You quickly grab your phone, completely ready to make your friend suffer a bit.
The instant you look at your phone all your anger is gone. You are now filled with anxiety and surprise. The notification was very clear. Grant Gustin had just sent you a message. A direct message. You take a deep sigh and start reading the message: 'Hello there. Thanks for following me and therefore allowing me to message you. ;)'
You look dumbly at that. Your mind is blank again. It's a simple message and yet you are standing there like you are some kind of braindead person. 'Is this normal? Why does this feel so surreal?' Once again if someone else you had just met a few days ago sent you a message like that you'd think that was totally normal. But now it doesn't. And you still don't know why. Again you don't want to be rude.
Taking a deep breath you just shake your head hard, like you're trying to awake. You take another deep breath and just message him back: 'Hello there. Thanks for messaging me and therefore ruin the work I was doing. :s' Before you know it you tap the send button and instantly you regret it. 'Oh for fuck's sake, what is wrong with you girl? That was even ruder than not replying him! I'm such a moron.' You are already typing an apology when you receive another message from Grant. Your heart even skipped a beat. You read it: 'I'm sorry. :( That was not my intention. Too much damage? :'( '
"Oh dear. Why? Why do these things happen to me?" You are now speaking out loud, almost like you were in some kind of classical tragedy. You just type: 'No, I'm the one sorry. I (not you) really fucked up my work and I was just angry. Sorry. :('
You just stay there looking at the screen waiting for him to reply, hoping he would not be too upset. Some minutes pass and you get even more anxious thinking you had annoyed him and he had just given up. 'Stupid, stupid, just stupid. Honestly I should just award myself the title of stupidest person alive.' You take a deep breath and feel depressed. You decide to go and use your wall of feelings. It's a true wall you have in your working room and whenever you feel some strong feelings whether they are positive or negative you just go there and throw some paint at it. Most of it was a mix of bright colors but there were also some spots of darker colors. It was pretty much your life over the last years and only you knew the meaning of it, of every blur of it. Other people just thought it was a form of abstract art you use to do.
You looked at the gray spot you made the day after Dianna's birthday. You knew it meant mixed feelings. It was both bad and good. The bad preventing it from being only good. Before you have time to pick a brush the damn phone beeps again.
Sighing again you pick the phone and look nervously at it. Another message from Grant. It just said: 'Call me. 5859739 Or give me your number so I can call you.' Your head was spinning again. Why did he want to talk to you? You're too confused and a bit scared but you are even more intrigued. You find yourself dialing his number almost like you're a robot, not knowing what to say. Your brain seems to have frozen. Again.
He picks up. "Hello?"
A second passes before you reply. "Hi." It was almost a whisper.
"Is this you?" He says your name.
"Yeah." You brain is still pretty much dead.
"I didn't recognize the number so I figured. How are you? Bit less angry?" His voice sounded serious.
"Yeah. Sorry," is all you can say.
For a second all you hear is him breathing. "So, apparently I ruined some work you were doing and that pretty much left you very upset. I just wanted to apologize properly." You could almost sense a smile from his tone voice.
You can't help but smile too. Which immediately made you angry again. How could he have this much influence on you and on your mood? Even through messages and phone calls he seemed to be able to control the way you feel.
You try to think clearly. "There's nothing to apologize. I was indeed working, then my phone beeped, I jumped startled and boom. Just made a black smear of eyeliner all over my sketch. It's obviously not your fault and I'm the one who has to apologize for that rude message I sent you." You sigh relieved after explaining the situation to him.
"Oh. I see. Well, apologies accepted. Either way you have every right to be upset. I'd be too if my work had been ruined as well. I apologize as well."
You can sense again he's smiling. With that dazzling smile of his. "Oh, it's a just a sketch, I'll do it again." You find yourself grinning.
"Good. Good to know."
"Yeah." You just feel yourself blush. 'Stupid again. Blushing over a phone call.' You almost want to hit yourself.
You hear someone talking to Grant on the other side and then he just sighs now a little annoyed. "Ok, I'm sorry, but I need to go. I'm doing an interview and they are calling me now."
"Oh, ok. No problem. Go on then. Good luck." You say a bit clumsy.
"Thanks. Hey, another thing. Are you going to Max's place tomorrow night?"
"Uh?" You then remember Max's email this morning saying he was back in LA tomorrow morning from his quick holidays at home in New York and he was inviting some close friends over to his house that same night. Of course, Grant had been invited as well. How could you not realize that when you read the email? You quickly add, "Oh, yeah, that. Yeah, I'm going. Are you?" You are almost afraid of his answer.
"I am too. So, I guess I'll see you there." This time you know for sure he's smiling. His voice reveals it all too well.
"Yeah, see you there." You can't help but smile.
"See you. And sorry again." He then hangs up.
You put your phone down on the table and you just stay there for a minute looking at nothing. Thinking of nothing. Then all very calmly and firmly you pick a brush and paint a yellow spot over that gray blur.
A/N Sorry for the lack of action on this one but this needed to happen too, I think. :)