Hai. :') So this is my shot at the contest for P.F.S One shot by not_present. Hope you enjoy, and all the credit goes to the author of the book. I call this the obsessed fan.
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"Holy crap, go to sleep already!" my roommate all-but ordered at me, while throwing her slipper at me, "I have two exams in the morning and I'd preferred to not be a zombie while I take them."
Even half asleep, she had freaky super strength and wonderful aim, since the painful thing hit me right on my left cheek. I felt myself rub the spot with a slight frown and trying with all my will to not cry like a complete baby.
"Okay, first of all ow!" I scowled a her, knowing perfectly well that I just earned myself a bruise for no rational reason, "and secondly how rude, that is no way to ask for something. You should try saying..."
I closed my mouth as soon as I saw her grab the other slipper. My eyes widen as she smiled crudely at me, ready to throw the thing at my other cheek. I do not know how, but I am not going to question my awesome skills, besides hitting my foot on the night stand, I managed to turn the laptop off, turn off the lamp, and jump into the bed across from the monster without breaking a sweat. I heard a finally being mumbled followed by some snores. Very classy, my friend, very.
I almost had to stop an insane mad-scientist like laugh while screaming "It's alive!" as my phone turned on beeping quietly. I felt myself mentally curse as I peeked out from the cover. Seeing my roommate sound a sleep and snoring never seemed more beautiful. I sighed, relief that my cover was not blown and returned to more important things. I could not prevent the huge grin that made itself on to my face as the familiar bright orange background popped up.
"Wattpad."
This was the blame for all my random burst of giggles in the middle of nowhere and all the tear-soaked tissues that filled my trashcan.
I stopped inwardly reflecting on my Wattpad memories and started to search for it. I threw a hand over my mouth to cover the excited yelp that came when I saw she had in-fact updated. I clicked on it, after having trouble because my hands could not stop shaking from all of the excitement. I smiled at the fact that this was Chapter 40 and I loved that. I did not care if this book was so long that it put all of the Harry Potter books and Twilight Saga combined to shame. This book, called Project Fat Suit, shall never end. It will go on and on until I say so, which is never going to happen, like never.
Why did both of Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber's songs popped into my head after I thought that?
I wrinkled my nose in disgust and swallowed trying to get the foul distaste out. Gross, catchy and lame pop songs. I shook my head and pulled my attention to the matter at hand. I laughed when I saw the title "Cure for Elf Bites".
Before I knew it, it was way past midnight and I was completely engrossed in the story. I fought to stay awake, but my eyelids kept getting heavier and heavier. I was slowly losing this battle. No, just one more sentence. I kept chanting that in my head over and over but I felt being dragged into unconsciousness.
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I woke up with sand in my pants. Literally. I slowly started to realize, I was not in the comforts of my bed but in a random sandbox. My mind could not even processed how I got here before a hand reached out towards me.
Without thinking, I grabbed the hand and stood up. As soon as I was up and balanced, I tried to shake the sand off my body. I could feel sand in places where sand should never be. I quickly gave up trying, knowing only a nice shower would do the trick.
