The Biggest Fan
The Blog Entry.
The next morning, I woke up with an enormous headache, signifying that I hadn’t slept well. What a shock.
Also, the bus had stopped, probably parked somewhere near a building the guys were going to have show tonight.
I didn’t bother pulling the curtains away and looking outside the window.
“Hey”, a voice said, rather groggy. It was Bert.
“Hi”, I responded, noticing he was lying there, smiling.
“Slept well?”
“No, not really. I kept shivering. It was freezing outside”, I answered, fully aware of that I didn’t mention my pounding headache. I also lied. It wasn’t cold at all. I just needed to have an excuse for not explaining the truth to him.
“Yeah, well, you knew it was gonna get cold. You shoulda asked me to get you an extra blanket or something and I would’ve gotten one for you”, he said sympathised.
“I’ll remember that next time”, I said giving him a dorky smile.
It became quiet. My head was pounding like there were hundreds of mine workers in there, constantly hammering it.
“So”, I started, trying to break the awkward silence. “I guess we’re in Vienna now”.
“Yeah”, Bert responded, not at all eager to start a conversation.
“What’s the time?”, I then asked, trying to change the subject.
I tried to look at the wooden clock that was hanging on the wall down the hall, but all I could see was the clock itself, not the digits or the pointers.
It was all just a blur, because I knew I didn’t see that well. I was near-sighted.
”It’s up there”, Bert said, answering my question as he pointed at the clock.
“Yeah, I know”. But I can’t see it, it’s too far away.
“Oh!”, he burst out, eagerly looking for something as his bright eyes bulged out.
He leaned over to this little night stand and took his dark brown square-like glasses and gave them to me.
“Here. Try ‘em on”.
As I tried them on, I couldn’t stop thinking of all the times I’d done this with my friends and trying on their glasses to see if they matched my sight and if we had the same glass strength.
Most of the time, though, they were either too blurry or not making any difference at all.
“Perfect!”, I burst out as I put on Bert’s glasses for then to look up at the wooden clock.
“9:27 am”, I said excited, smiling my ears off.
“Awesome!”, Bert agreed as he put his hand over mine.
“Yeah…”
I took off the glasses and handed them back to him. My smile disappeared as soon as he touched me.
I felt like a moron, sitting there in bed with Bert with his hand on mine.
What was he thinking? He couldn’t ‘like’ me. What the hell did he think he was doing?
The thoughts just made my headache even worse.
“Hey, do you feel okay? You don’t look so good”, Bert asked, looking at me with a worried face.
“I’m fine. I just woke up with this headache”.
“Oh, I know the feeling. Wait, I have some Xanax around here somewhere. Will that do?”, he then asked, sorting through a drawer full of unidentified things, including pills.
Xanax. The word just made my stomach turn. Fucking anti-depressives.
“Uhm, do you have any ordinary pain killers?” I could feel my voice breaking.
“No, sorry”.
“Okay, then I’m fine”, I responded, hoping I would forget I even had a headache.
There was a short pause in our conversation while Bert was closing the drawer, looking around to see if any of the other guys were up. They weren’t.
“Hey, is it okay if I use your laptops?”, I asked, looking at the one that was lying on the tiny, brownish sofa.
“Sure. You know my password”, he said while going into the bathroom.
As I turned on the laptop, typed the password and went online, I immediately started writing on my blog like I’d done since I got here.
I also checked my cell phone, checking if there were any missed calls or messages.
There were 12 new messages and outstanding 37 missed calls.
I had to smile when I noticed that most of them were from my mom and dad, along with my best friend, Malin.
Since my contract with the mobile company didn’t work outside the Norwegian border, I couldn’t receive any calls nor answer to text messages, due to the fact that I was in a foreign country.
So if anyone tried to call me, they would just get to my speaker.
Anyway, it didn’t matter. I had the Internet to keep in touch with my loved ones.
My blog, on the other hand, had gotten a bunch of comments, mostly about The Used and if I was out of my mind.
The one who had left a comment didn’t believe me being on tour with The Used. Bah, that was their fucking problem, not mine.
As I wrote the last sentence in my blog, wrapping up yesterday’s happenings, Bert came out, just early enough to read some of the comments that had been posted.
“Hey, don’t they believe you?”, he asked before changing a tee.
“No”, I responded. “But it’s okay. As long as I know the truth, that’s all that matters”.
“Fucking assholes. Gimme that”.
Bert sat down next to me as he started to load the webcam that was integrated inside his laptop.
“Make a funny face”, he said, pressing the capture button on the screen.
I didn’t have enough time to think it through, so I instantly blew up my cheeks as the webcam picture popped up on the screen.
“Nice fuckin´ face”, Bert laughed while saving the picture.
He himself looked insane on the picture with his mouth wide open and with eyes bulging out. You could’ve mistaken him for being a mad man. It was hilarious.
As the picture was saved, he went to my blog and pushed the ‘edit’ button.
Then he clicked add, photo, browse and chose the picture that had just been taken of us.
Then he placed the picture on the top of my blog entry and wrote ‘bert & lina fuckin around.’
“Done!”, Bert said giving me a triumphantly smile.
“Thank you”, I responded, automatically putting my hand on his shoulder.
“Now those motherfuckers will keep their mouths shut”, he then said, as his eyes met mine.
Also, the bus had stopped, probably parked somewhere near a building the guys were going to have show tonight.
I didn’t bother pulling the curtains away and looking outside the window.
“Hey”, a voice said, rather groggy. It was Bert.
“Hi”, I responded, noticing he was lying there, smiling.
“Slept well?”
“No, not really. I kept shivering. It was freezing outside”, I answered, fully aware of that I didn’t mention my pounding headache. I also lied. It wasn’t cold at all. I just needed to have an excuse for not explaining the truth to him.
“Yeah, well, you knew it was gonna get cold. You shoulda asked me to get you an extra blanket or something and I would’ve gotten one for you”, he said sympathised.
“I’ll remember that next time”, I said giving him a dorky smile.
It became quiet. My head was pounding like there were hundreds of mine workers in there, constantly hammering it.
“So”, I started, trying to break the awkward silence. “I guess we’re in Vienna now”.
“Yeah”, Bert responded, not at all eager to start a conversation.
“What’s the time?”, I then asked, trying to change the subject.
I tried to look at the wooden clock that was hanging on the wall down the hall, but all I could see was the clock itself, not the digits or the pointers.
It was all just a blur, because I knew I didn’t see that well. I was near-sighted.
”It’s up there”, Bert said, answering my question as he pointed at the clock.
“Yeah, I know”. But I can’t see it, it’s too far away.
“Oh!”, he burst out, eagerly looking for something as his bright eyes bulged out.
He leaned over to this little night stand and took his dark brown square-like glasses and gave them to me.
“Here. Try ‘em on”.
As I tried them on, I couldn’t stop thinking of all the times I’d done this with my friends and trying on their glasses to see if they matched my sight and if we had the same glass strength.
Most of the time, though, they were either too blurry or not making any difference at all.
“Perfect!”, I burst out as I put on Bert’s glasses for then to look up at the wooden clock.
“9:27 am”, I said excited, smiling my ears off.
“Awesome!”, Bert agreed as he put his hand over mine.
“Yeah…”
I took off the glasses and handed them back to him. My smile disappeared as soon as he touched me.
I felt like a moron, sitting there in bed with Bert with his hand on mine.
What was he thinking? He couldn’t ‘like’ me. What the hell did he think he was doing?
The thoughts just made my headache even worse.
“Hey, do you feel okay? You don’t look so good”, Bert asked, looking at me with a worried face.
“I’m fine. I just woke up with this headache”.
“Oh, I know the feeling. Wait, I have some Xanax around here somewhere. Will that do?”, he then asked, sorting through a drawer full of unidentified things, including pills.
Xanax. The word just made my stomach turn. Fucking anti-depressives.
“Uhm, do you have any ordinary pain killers?” I could feel my voice breaking.
“No, sorry”.
“Okay, then I’m fine”, I responded, hoping I would forget I even had a headache.
There was a short pause in our conversation while Bert was closing the drawer, looking around to see if any of the other guys were up. They weren’t.
“Hey, is it okay if I use your laptops?”, I asked, looking at the one that was lying on the tiny, brownish sofa.
“Sure. You know my password”, he said while going into the bathroom.
As I turned on the laptop, typed the password and went online, I immediately started writing on my blog like I’d done since I got here.
I also checked my cell phone, checking if there were any missed calls or messages.
There were 12 new messages and outstanding 37 missed calls.
I had to smile when I noticed that most of them were from my mom and dad, along with my best friend, Malin.
Since my contract with the mobile company didn’t work outside the Norwegian border, I couldn’t receive any calls nor answer to text messages, due to the fact that I was in a foreign country.
So if anyone tried to call me, they would just get to my speaker.
Anyway, it didn’t matter. I had the Internet to keep in touch with my loved ones.
My blog, on the other hand, had gotten a bunch of comments, mostly about The Used and if I was out of my mind.
The one who had left a comment didn’t believe me being on tour with The Used. Bah, that was their fucking problem, not mine.
As I wrote the last sentence in my blog, wrapping up yesterday’s happenings, Bert came out, just early enough to read some of the comments that had been posted.
“Hey, don’t they believe you?”, he asked before changing a tee.
“No”, I responded. “But it’s okay. As long as I know the truth, that’s all that matters”.
“Fucking assholes. Gimme that”.
Bert sat down next to me as he started to load the webcam that was integrated inside his laptop.
“Make a funny face”, he said, pressing the capture button on the screen.
I didn’t have enough time to think it through, so I instantly blew up my cheeks as the webcam picture popped up on the screen.
“Nice fuckin´ face”, Bert laughed while saving the picture.
He himself looked insane on the picture with his mouth wide open and with eyes bulging out. You could’ve mistaken him for being a mad man. It was hilarious.
As the picture was saved, he went to my blog and pushed the ‘edit’ button.
Then he clicked add, photo, browse and chose the picture that had just been taken of us.
Then he placed the picture on the top of my blog entry and wrote ‘bert & lina fuckin around.’
“Done!”, Bert said giving me a triumphantly smile.
“Thank you”, I responded, automatically putting my hand on his shoulder.
“Now those motherfuckers will keep their mouths shut”, he then said, as his eyes met mine.
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yes, i did use to blog a year ago, but after it became so damn mainstream, i quit.people who know me, know that i despise anything mainstream, so therefore i stopped.
blogging was something i cherished, but then it just became nothing to me.
well, as you may have noticed, i updated today, which i wasn't planning on doing since i did that yesterday, and therefore, since i usually update every second day, i was planning on doing it tomorrow.
but, since it actually has been one month since i posted this story, yeah, believe it or not; 31 days since i posted this story, i decided to post an update bonus especially for today.
ya like? - sure hope so! :]
since i have been posting every second day since this last month, i've began to be afraid that you might get tired of the story.
so therefore, i've decided to only post an update 2-3 times a week. just so you don't get bored by the story.
i hope you're not disappointed or anything. 'cause remember; i'm only doing this for you guys. (:
xo,
lina.