Natalie and I made a vow never to speak about our experience with Westlife, knowing no one will believe that Shane kissed me or Kian, saving us from a pub, but the experience was not wasted, I used it to write a fan fiction and we pasted it in our website.
"Good grief Bryan, you've been on that computer since we got it, don't you ever stop?" Shane asked. "This story is interesting, you never know how good fan fictions about us are… only problem is that you're always the main character," Bryan complained as he drank a box of juice. "Fan fictions? What's that?" Shane asked him. "It's stories that fan writes about their fantasies with the pop star they like, I'm reading this one about a girl named Miyuki and her trip to London," Bryan told him. "Miyuki? London… can I have a look?" Shane asked, as he got closer. "Sure… I got to go take a leak anyhow," Bryan replied as he went into the toilet. Shane sat on the seat and read a paragraph of the story.
My heart was still beating heavily even after the brawl in the pub. I picked up the pack of ice and messaged Shane's bruised cheeks. Kian and Natalie were straightening stuff up with the police that just arrived. I was alone with Shane by the roadside. I thanked him for what have happened, I even added that I was surprised he would do it for a fan like me. Shane replied that I was more than a fan to him. Our eyes locked for a moment… then we came into a kiss… one that I'll never forget.
Shane was surprised. He accidentally clicked on a link and the page loaded to 'home'. It shocked him again when he saw a picture of Miyuki and Natalie by a poster of Westlife at the main page. Scrolling down the page, he saw a link that says 'Mail Us!' Nervously, he clicked on it and Microsoft Outlook opened with an e-mail address to Miyuki and Natalie.
After a quick shower, I went over to the computer and noticed that I've just received a mail. Just as I was about to click on it, Natsumi, my elder sister came in. "Natsumi! Didn't I tell you to always knock on the door?" I asked after jolting back surprised. "Lunch is ready," she replied. Natsumi is 25; she's working as a designer and part-time temple volunteer. She has an ability to sense the future… just a little. She came over to me and held my hand. "Someone from the past has appeared to meet you, but won't have the chance," she told me. "Is this one of your future predictions again?" I asked her. "Fine! Don't believe me then!" she told me as she left and headed to the dining room. I groaned and got dressed for lunch. Just as I went down, Natalie came running up. "Aren't you going to join us for lunch?" I asked her. "Let me change out of my uniform first," she told me as she headed into the room. I just smiled and headed to the dining room. Natalie was changing when she noticed a mail flashing on the computer. She opened it and notice it was a mail for me from a Mr. Truman.
Hey Miyuki, hopefully you'll remember me. I missed you a lot. We'll be heading to Japan soon… let's say, the end of this year. Hope to see you soon… please mail me back.
Natalie had been with me for a long time, but she had never known a Mr. Truman. Thinking that he might be some kind of a pervert, Natalie deleted the mail with doubting it.
"Good grief Bryan, you've been on that computer since we got it, don't you ever stop?" Shane asked. "This story is interesting, you never know how good fan fictions about us are… only problem is that you're always the main character," Bryan complained as he drank a box of juice. "Fan fictions? What's that?" Shane asked him. "It's stories that fan writes about their fantasies with the pop star they like, I'm reading this one about a girl named Miyuki and her trip to London," Bryan told him. "Miyuki? London… can I have a look?" Shane asked, as he got closer. "Sure… I got to go take a leak anyhow," Bryan replied as he went into the toilet. Shane sat on the seat and read a paragraph of the story.
My heart was still beating heavily even after the brawl in the pub. I picked up the pack of ice and messaged Shane's bruised cheeks. Kian and Natalie were straightening stuff up with the police that just arrived. I was alone with Shane by the roadside. I thanked him for what have happened, I even added that I was surprised he would do it for a fan like me. Shane replied that I was more than a fan to him. Our eyes locked for a moment… then we came into a kiss… one that I'll never forget.
Shane was surprised. He accidentally clicked on a link and the page loaded to 'home'. It shocked him again when he saw a picture of Miyuki and Natalie by a poster of Westlife at the main page. Scrolling down the page, he saw a link that says 'Mail Us!' Nervously, he clicked on it and Microsoft Outlook opened with an e-mail address to Miyuki and Natalie.
After a quick shower, I went over to the computer and noticed that I've just received a mail. Just as I was about to click on it, Natsumi, my elder sister came in. "Natsumi! Didn't I tell you to always knock on the door?" I asked after jolting back surprised. "Lunch is ready," she replied. Natsumi is 25; she's working as a designer and part-time temple volunteer. She has an ability to sense the future… just a little. She came over to me and held my hand. "Someone from the past has appeared to meet you, but won't have the chance," she told me. "Is this one of your future predictions again?" I asked her. "Fine! Don't believe me then!" she told me as she left and headed to the dining room. I groaned and got dressed for lunch. Just as I went down, Natalie came running up. "Aren't you going to join us for lunch?" I asked her. "Let me change out of my uniform first," she told me as she headed into the room. I just smiled and headed to the dining room. Natalie was changing when she noticed a mail flashing on the computer. She opened it and notice it was a mail for me from a Mr. Truman.
Hey Miyuki, hopefully you'll remember me. I missed you a lot. We'll be heading to Japan soon… let's say, the end of this year. Hope to see you soon… please mail me back.
Natalie had been with me for a long time, but she had never known a Mr. Truman. Thinking that he might be some kind of a pervert, Natalie deleted the mail with doubting it.