Secretly in Love with a Famous Idol

Chapter 6 : I'm So Shy in Front of You

"Hey." Dylan called my attention while I'm still in a daze and trying to compose myself.

I jumped a bit from being surprised. "Uh...what?" I asked dumbly. I swear I wanna kick myself so I can kick-start my stupid brain right f*****g now!

I don't want Dylan to think I'm weird or something.

"Are you feeling okay? You're getting quiet, which is unsual since you're so enthusiastic and talkative before. Did you hit your head, or didn't something hurt when we both end up in a Heap on the floor earlier? Did I really squished you somewhere for real?" Dylan asked me with concern. He was frowning now with worry.

I grunted. From frustration and shyness. I really want to yell at myself right now, if only Dylan wouldn't think that I've really gone crazy totally already.

"I'm fine. I'm not hurt anywhere and you didn't squish me. Please don't say the squish word, I feel like I'm spongebob or something." I told him reassuringly, and I even tried to joke at the very last sentence to make my point that I'm sp really fine.

It's my inner fangirl shy and panicking thoughts that's not so f*****g fine!

Dylan nodded at me. "That's good to hear. I thought we need to call up someone so they can bring us back down and out of the ferris wheel to look into you." He told me sincerely.

I Shook my head frantically. There's no way I'm gonna let that happen. This is like one of those rare once in a lifetime chance that I won't let pass by and go to waste.

"I told you I'm fine. I'm just surprise that the emo-like mysterious guy I'm sharing the ferris wheel's cabin is actually non other than Dylan Kim. Who wouldn't be so shocked with surprise? You caught me off guard, that's all, but I'm fine now. I'm fan of your band since I like your songs. Most of the time it gave me inspiration to the photographs I like to take, or even some scenes I want to write." I told him enthusiastically.

And that's when I realized I'm sooo talkative that I even shared to Dylan my deep dark secret hobby that I promise no one shall ever know - writing a fiction online as b4Isleep as my pen name. Yeah, it's ahhh something I just thought randomly while trying to stay awake in class out of boredom, so I write on my laptop the first chapter of my fiction 'before I can fall asleep' out of boredom from my boring college history professor. And I just edit and shortcut the name from that sentence I thought. And since most of us college student are using laptops to write notes, so it's not strange if I'm using mine, only instead of writing notes, I'm writing fiction. Who knew that I'll get into a contest and get paid while doing so just because I need something to do out of boredom. And yeah, this chapters are being written everytime I'm inside a classroom. It's my way of staying awake. Entertaining myself by writing fiction story.

"Some scenes you want to write?" Dylan asked me curiously with his brow arching. I guess that didn't escaped his noticed.

I shrugged. f**k it. It's not like he's the type nor the time who'll read a random story online that someone wrote. He's a very busy person. So I told him the reason behind it, and of course I also ask him to keep it a secret between us since besides the two of us, no one else knows about it.

I mean, if anyone knew I'm writing scenes that I sometimes got inspiration from people that I saw randomly everyday, mostly at school and other places I went to with my friends, they'd probably recall that that certain scene really happened in real life. And I already wrote a lot of chapters thanks to the people around me. Hey, what happened in this ferris wheel can also possibly be written as one of the scene for my story. My eyes lit up at the idea.

"Why keep it a secret?" Dylan asked my curiously and suspiciously while looking at me.

Seriously, this guy! I'm sweating and melting here because of his stare alone! It's making my flustered heart bet so much faster!

Dylan could be a perfect lawyer with how he interrogates me, or even a police detective! Waahhh! Please naughty and suggestive thoughts, go away!!!

I'm mentally shooting away those thoughts about close door interrogation and handcuffs.

Ugh! I think I really need to go out on a date and have a boyfriend already. I complain to myself. I've been single for the whole eighteen years I'm alive.

Well, it's not like no one's asking me on a date, I just don't feel any attraction or connection after meeting them thru my friends or acquaintances. I knew there's no possible relationship that can come from it, so why bother?

I mean I want to date to feel those fluffy and bubbly feelings one feels on having with someone they like just like in w*******l and manga's I read and write, and I wouldn't feel like that if I date someone I don't click or connect with. I'll be bored or miserable. I don't want to drop a freaking rock on my own foot, thank you f*****g very much!

I'm not like most of our classmates who date because of 'status' or because they have a 'use' for that person. That's just so wrong. No wonder they don't look so content and happy with their relationship for real, because they seem like they have to act and watch what they do and say the whole f*****g time.

I guess that's why I have only a few good friends since I'm only close to the people I click with and who's as like minded as myself. And one of my bestfriend Katie is just so like me.

"Well, it's not something I take seriously anyway, it's just to pass the time, and I don't write that seriously that much. So, no need to tell my friends about it." I reasoned out and hedged with a nonchalant shrug. I didn't told Dylan the reason is because if I tell my friends then they'll be familiar with some of the stories scenes. I secretly winced at the thought.

Dylan arched his brow at me amusedly. "I wonder what chapter will you be writing this ferris wheel scene in your story." He also nonchalantly muttered.

My eyes widened. "Ehhhh?!"