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I wish I knew who to thank for the edit above (and the edit from last week)! They were sent to me via my "fan mail" email, and there was no name, just the email address. So if that was you, let me know!
I can't believe summer is almost over! I'm gonna have to start posting these chapters in tandem with writing my screenwriting thesis/short films/homework assignments! AGH! I'M GONNA GRADUATE COLLEGE WHAT??
Before we begin: Here's your friendly reminder that I'VE POSTED A NEW STORY ON MY PAGE! It's called "Fear, Rocks, and Other Observations"!!! Why should you read this, you ask? Well, for one, it's SO DIFFERENT from The Famoux. Different tone, different writing style, different genre, etc. And if that's not enticing you, the mere fact that the title includes the oxford comma is hopefully also a selling point. If you read, please comment your thoughts for me! I wanna know everything!
Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's dive in deep into the melodrama of Emeray's birthday! We have some new characters in today's chapter! Is it YOU?!?! If not, would you LIKE it to be you?!??!?! PLEASE BE COMMENTING AND LETTING ME KNOW YOU'RE HERE BB!!
PREVIOUSLY ON THE CLASSIX: It's still Emeray's birthday, and she's really mad at Cartney right now. Why, you ask? Because of the engagement rumors! I mean, pictures of Cartney in a ring shop don't lie... Am I right?? Oh, let the melodrama begin.
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Lucky for me, the first of my fellow interviewees that I come in contact with is Chapter. I catch a glimpse of him through the glass separating the lobby from the broadcasting room, talking with Ayisha, our host for the hour, about something I can't quite hear. It wouldn't really make a difference if I could, though––just watching him talk is enough to make me mimic the smitten smile on Ayisha's face. Around me, it seems as though everyone else is doing the same, as if Chapter holds some kind of magnetic pull within any place he's at. Hell, it isn't "as if" he does, he does.
As he looks off while answering a question, our gazes finally meet, and all that magnetic energy centers in right on me. Enough light pools within his cobalt eyes to spill over and fill me up entirely.
I can't help but think about how, months ago, I would've looked away. It would've been too much––too overwhelming to bear. Today, however, it's centering. It's welcoming. I stare back at him for perhaps longer than I should; I'm too proud of myself for growing enough to be even able to.
Though there's quite the queue of people waiting to speak to me in the lobby, Gerald manages to push past the chaos and take me over there. Once inside the broadcasting room, I'm handed a pair of headphones and advised to sit in the center stool. Ayisha leaves the room to prepare for the talk, but we're far from alone now. With all eyes through the glass assuredly on us, it is almost tantalizingly difficult to remain calm and casual when greeting Chapter. Our friendly hug lasts a fraction of a second too long before we finally pull away.
