Today, was my day off so, I thought about having a movie night. I hop out of bed, and walk across to the bathroom. Once I'm done with my morning routine, I head into the kitchen. I make myself a bagel with vegan cream cheese. Last week, I had decided to go vegan. It was best for my health, and I was already seeing some results.

Taking my bagel, I walk to the living room I sit on the couch. I switch the tv on, and change the channel to Spongebob. I was a kid at heart, and I loved my cartoons. I take the last bite of my bagel, wiping my mouth with the tissue.

Suddenly, my phone goes off, ringing I jet towards my room. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I answer it on the third ring.

"Hello" I answer.

"Bestie!" My eyes widen, I couldn't believe it was Kyla. We haven't talked for awhile, since I last told her about Stephen. She didn't even know I found out who he was.

"Kyla! I missed you. How is the vacation going?" I ask.

"It's great. We're in Barcelona, Spain. It's beautiful. I wish you could have came." My heart momentarily stops, Stephen was there.

"____? You there?" She questions.

" Y-Yeah. Um..anyways that sounds great. Maybe some day.." I knew that was a total lie, I been saving money to go to Japan. I always wanted to go, it was such a beautiful place.

"You will. So, did you ever find out about who your mysterious man was? I need to know it's been killing me." She whines.

I laugh at her whining, she was acting like such a baby. "Yes. I found out who he was. The only problem is that you are more closer to him, then I am right now." I sigh.

"What?! He's here in Barcelona?" She squeals.

"Yup." I say popping the 'p'.

"Send me a picture of him. Maybe you can text him, and have him meet me somewhere. I have to make sure he's going to treat you right. Or I'll have to cut his dick off." I bust out laughing at her words, my friend was truly overprotective of me. That's why she was my best friend.

"Kyla!! I don't want you to scare the guy. In fact, I really want to find a way to go see him. You don't understand. I need to see him." I sigh. I really wanted to see Stephen. Ever since that phone call earlier. I've just been in a shitty mood. It's like when I talk to him, I'm in a perky mood. But when I'm not talking to him, I feel depressed. This wasn't like me.

"Aww. My bestie has a crush. He must be quite the looker for you to want and go see him. But send me a picture. I want to see how he looks." I could hear a smile in her voice. My bestie was truly happy for me.

"Plus, you need a good lay. What's it been five or six years now?" She adds. My cheeks get heated, and I feel myself blush.

"Kyla?!! Fuck you!" I scream embarrassed.

"What?!...Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'm just so happy for you. Now let's go send me that picture." She laughs.

I hesitate at first to send her the picture, but I knew she was my best friend and she wouldn't freak out. I put her on speaker, going into our text messages I attach the picture and send it to her.

You:

"There I send it to you." I say.

"Okay. Hold on. Let me see." I was nervous, I didn't know what she was going to say. Was she going to freak out? Or was she going to think I was lying?

"Kyla?" I exclaim loudly.

A minute of silence goes by, and I wonder if she hung up on me. I go to look at my phone, and the minutes are still going by. Finally, her voice can be heard.

"What the fuck?! ____? Stop playing with me. This is a picture of that British model from London named Stephen James. Did you seriously fall for this?" She rants to me.

"Ugh! Kyla, it really is him. We talked on the phone earlier, plus I told him to show me something blue. How is that even possible? He couldn't have did that?" I was frustrated that she didn't believe me. I knew it was Stephen. His voice was the exact same as his interview I watched on YouTube. Yes. I did need to know if I was really talking to him.

Sometimes I think it's all a lie, but honestly I knew it wasn't. Stephen was a real sweetheart, and a true gentleman. Of course, he had his moments, but in all honesty I didn't mind. I loved that side of him. Maybe it was the fanfics putting stuff in my head, but I wanted to get to know him more.

"Look, anyone can find a picture like that, and send it to you. You have to be careful." She explains sternly.

"Kyla, it is him. I know it is. I'm not going crazy." I was beyond pissed now. I knew he wasn't lying to me.

"Fine. Then text him. Tell him if he'll be able to meet up with me. I'm doing this for you. Hopefully he will be free during the day, because I'm free all day. My parents went to visit my aunt and uncle." She sighs.

"....Hum..okay. He's at a meeting hopefully he's free after that." I reply.

"Okay. Text him. Then text me and tell me what he said." We both say our byes, and end the call. I was nervous. I don't want him to think that I was weird. I really wanted to know if it was really him too. As much as I thought strongly that it was him, I did have some doubts.

I get on my bed, and lay on my stomach. I go into our messages, and text him.

You: Hey, Stephen! I know your probably at your meeting right now. But I wanted to know if your free after.

Hitting the send button, I close my phone. I bury my face in my pillow closing my eyes. I knew he was going to find it odd that I was texting him. Since he was always the one texting me. He was always busy, so I never texted him because I thought I was bothering him. Feeling tired I fall asleep.