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Damien: She's back momentarily!
That's right guys, I'm updating this story! Woohoo, go me!
Damien: We're currently bored in Ireland...
So I thought I'd update seen as I'm not doing anything else that's productive! Without further ado, here's the latest installation of SuperStar? Meet SuperNormal!
Damien: Just to say that removed Superstar because blah blah copyright so if you've been looking for it (you probably weren't) there ya go.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fang Novae or Sweet Shakez. These are owned by James Patterson and whoever created Sweet Shakez (not me). I do own Nicholas, and I do own the pregnant fangirl among others.
Damien: We haven't done one of those in ages...
I know right?!
Fang POV
It had been a few days since Hayden had left the tour bus, and I was now relaxing in a small town near Bishop Stopford, the school I was visiting. It was something like 10 degrees out but the sun was really bright, so no one would question the sunglasses or the hoodie. I really didn't have it in me to run into any fangirls right now so this was how I was going to walk around town. I had tried calling Hayden about 10 times but every time, he just rejected it and his new voice mail played:
"Hiya, you've reached Hayden. Sorry I can't pick up right now, please leave a message after the beep. Unless you're Fang, then I'd like to say that you're a massive *BEEP*"
I knew I'd screwed up and overreacted, but some of this was his fault too. In a way. Kinda.
No it's not, you just don't like being at fault, the stupid voice in my head reminded me. I groaned internally, but it was true.I was getting kinda thirsty, so I located a drink shop called Sweet Shakez (A/N: Best. Place. Ever), and looked around to see if there were any preadolescent girls in here. There weren't, so I saw it as safe. I walked in and had a quick glance at the menu. Hmm, let's see... Rolo milkshake, nope. Mars milkshake, double nope. Snickers milkshake, super nope. Aha! I went to the till, removing my sunglasses and taking down my hoodie, and asked the boy "Can I have a Skittles milkshake please?" The boy looked at me, before saying in somewhat disbelief
"You're Fang Novae." I snorted slightly, before replying
"Yeah, I am."
"And you're in my shop asking me for a milkshake." Well done Sherlock I said internally, but replied with the same
"Yeah, I am."
The boy shook his head before turning round to make my milkshake. "My sister's gonna be so jealous. She absolutely adores you, it's kinda creepy actually. So what are you doing in this small town in the middle of nowhere?"
I rocked on the balls of my feet and replied nonchalantly
"Oh, just getting to know the place. I'm stopping here before I go to Kettering, for that school thing."
The guy nodded as he turned around and blended the ice cream, skittles and milk together.
"That's pretty cool. Hey, what was up with that news article a few days ago?"
I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. "My friend was playing a bit of a prank on me and it went south super fast."
The guy, who I now noticed had a name tag on that said Hi, I'm Nicholas, poured the milkshake into a cup before motioning to the marshmallows and cream. I shook my head, I absolutely hated the stuff. He shrugged and handed me my milkshake with a straw."That's a shame to hear, I hope you guys get over it soon. Hey, before you go, could I get a picture? I just wanna show my sister it, you know how it is." I nodded, I didn't know how it was in fact, as I was an only child, but I could figure out what he meant.
He came out from behind the counter, getting his phone out. He turned on the camera facing us, and took a quick picture with his arm around me, smiling. I managed a half-smile, and Nicholas held his hand out for me to fist bump. "Thanks mate, hope you enjoy your day." I gave a small wave and headed out the door. I realised that I had left my sunglasses in the store, but it didn't really matter. They were just £20, so I could replace them anytime.
I began to walk down the road, sucking on my milkshake. It was like a party in your mouth. I mentally reminded myself to buy some skittles and vanilla ice cream so I could make one for myself at home. Or on the tour bus. Same thing. And then, I heard it.
The Scream of The Fangirls.
I didn't even dare to turn my head around, I just kept walking forwards at a more brisk rate. Please God let me reach the tour bus before they catch me please please please I don't want to die today. I usually had security with me, but I had given them the day off today, because I thought no one would be out, and I would just wear a disguise. But some long-forgotten karma had obviously come back, because here I was.
I heard the tapping of flats and sneakers as the fangirls began to run towards me. I didn't really want to run, but I didn't really want to have a bunch of screaming people in my face either. Especially when their voices are so high my ears are ringing in my dreams. I prayed for a small amount of girls.
I must've jinxed it, because when they finally caught up, there were hundreds. Figuratively of course, but it was still a lot. They swarmed around me, screaming and shoving iPhones in my face, pulling my hair and just generally fangirling.
"Okay guys, can you back up... Please, seriously... Umm, guys, can you-" But every word I spoke just fuelled their hormone induced rampage. I half smiled in most pictures I was forced to take, and I heard a lot of random questions being thrown in the air
"WHY CAN'T YOU COME TO MY SCHOOL FANG?"
"WHY DO YOU NEVER SMILE FANG?"
"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO MOODY FANG?"
"WILL YOU MARRY ME FANG?"
"WHEN I HAVE MY BABY I'M GONNA NAME HIM FANG!" The last one came from a girl who looked about 6 years too young to be pregnant, and way too pregnant to be joining in this mess of bodies and adding to the cacophony of noise. A few guys spotted me in the midst of the swarm, and waded in, trying to rescue me.
"Alright gals, give the guy some room. Yeah yeah, you love him, give him room to breathe." Eventually, the horde were dispelled and all was calm again. I took in a deep breath and ran my fingers through my royally messed up hair. Tiffany was gonna give me hell when she saw me in a few hours.
Tiffany was my hair stylist, and a really good friend of mine. She absolutely hated it when fangirls messed up my hair, and she absolutely hated it when I ran my fingers through her 'masterpiece'. Anyway, I thanked the guys who had gotten rid of the fangirls, and walked very quickly to my tour bus as fast as physically possible.
When I jumped into my futon and relaxed, my phone started to play Girlfriend by Avril Lavinge. Guilty pleasure, don't judge. However, this ringtone meant only one person could be calling me. I held my breath, before picking up the phone.
"Hello?"
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a cliffhanger is done.
Damien: You suck.
I know, I know. But, this cliffhanger might inspire me to get rid of the cliffhanger. Maybe.
Damien: Yeah, in about 3 months time. You started this story at christmas like last year, and you haven't finished it yet. You're not even at the part where Fang enters Bishop!
I KNOW. And I'm really sorry for that. I will try to update more, but I have exams and stuff and blah blah blah so I might not be able to update every week, which I'd love to do. Anyway, I play a role in this! It's the small role of his stylist, but oh well! Just as a side note, Iggy, Nudge and co. probably won't be in this because I don't really have enough energy to focus on keeping 7 or so characters in character and so not letting them be OOC.
Damien: I don't think you have the brain capacity for it.
And now we're super back to normal. Ah well. Hope you liked this long lon overdue chapter, please comment if you think I took way too long to update (I did). Or comment anyway. Love you guys, arrivederci!
Damien: We'll see you guys hopefully next week, if the universe isn't plotting against us. Arrivederci.
