Reblog if you see your fave? (and maybe put it in the tags)

I Broke Up With Someone Famous- Two

August 2011.

I turned nineteen on July 29th and got a call from my friend later that night. I was too nervous to answer, so he left a voicemail. He wished me happy birthday, and in the background was his friend echoing the praise. It was the best part of my day, hearing my friend’s friend’s voice.

I was preparing the start of my sophomore year in college with a new job in tow. The first thing on my mind was my new interest though, and I could hardly put focus toward anything else. It felt like we sent each other a text every ten seconds without waiting for a reply. Puppy love.

I was moving into my new house with four random roommates, all of who knew nothing about me. I chose to keep it that way, holing up in my bedroom and watching movies on my tiny television from morning till night. I started my new job a couple weeks later and dreamt of traveling to Los Angeles to surprise them. I’d save up, if I could, and try to get there.

They were in LA filming for a reality show I still knew nothing about. I hadn’t done my research, I’d been so busy with other things. It seemed to take up their entire day, morning to night, and sometimes a reply wouldn’t come for multiple hours. I would tell myself that after three hours, they were over this. They weren’t coming home, or maybe I wasn’t enough, or both. My phone would vibrate and I’d feel relief.

I was infatuated. Crazy too.

This kind of interest was new for me. I had no true track record of dating, only insincere involvements that passed by and disappeared after a couple of weeks. It was nothing like this, nothing this consistent and real.

Was it real though? It was all via text. We were scared to call each other because the thought of our voices meeting gave us both shivers. We existed digitally, because we weren’t telling anybody about what we had. If we had anything, I still don’t know because we were so young.

We started sending each other pictures. Nothing like that, just some smiles with a cheesy caption to remind each other that our minds were on the same page. It was nice to keep the last strain of my innocence and still be moving forward with someone. It was like online dating, only we’d met before and felt each other’s personalities out before this happened. I got a preview, but I wanted the full show now. We declared by the end of the month that this something serious.

It turned out I didn’t need to fly to LA. They would be home next month. 

I Broke Up With Someone Famous - One

July 2011.

I sat in my car at a nearby McDonald’s. I didn’t go there to eat, just to park. I was nervous to walk into a room of people I didn’t know, but my friend was excited to have me over. He was a new friend, I only met him a few weeks before this day. Our friendship consisted of a few hangouts and a few long trips to the airport to take him to and from LA. He was a nice guy, but we didn’t know each other well.

I gave myself thirty minutes in the lot before driving off to his house. When I pulled up in the driveway, there were people walking in and out the front door bringing in boxes. Clothing. Cool.

My friend was going to be famous. I didn’t know it at the time, just that he had singing talent and many opportunities in his near future. It was days before he headed back to LA, this time to film a reality singing competition show with four others. I didn’t know the show or what it was about, and at the time I don’t think I really cared either.

I walked into the living room to find my friend talking with his parents, and he hugged me to say hello. I was brought closer to the four, who were over at his house to practice their debut song before the show’s film dates. It was a shallow introduction, a quick hello. It wasn’t until they began to sing when one of the four captured my full interest. I was enveloped by the sound of his singing voice, how perfectly melodic and controlled it was. I knew nothing about music, I still don’t, but I knew when it was good. And I knew when everyone else would think it was good too.

This was pure vocal talent through and through. As the night went on, I could not stop thinking about that voice. I began a solo fandom, one that nobody else was allowed to be part of. 

We hung out upstairs for a few hours before it was just me and my friend, and I confessed to him about my feelings on the voice. I wasn’t the first to compliment it, in fact I stood far in line. I knew I had to stand out, so I told him to tell his friend that I was interested. It was a shock to immediately find out that the interest was reciprocated. I was nineteen with no fashion sense, constantly covered in chicken grease from my part-time fast food job. I had met my friend’s friend in a red tank top and swimsuit, and an awful trucker hat I wore backwards. But here we were, someone interested in me. In that way.

The communication had to be minimal. My friend’s friend was going to be busy filming his show, busy becoming massively successful in such a short time. I realized later that my friend’s friend made a lot of time for me while in LA, and our text messaging overruled any other obligation I had.

Something was starting.

Nothing’s better than reviving your childhood <3 <3

i used to do this endlessly omigod ♡

Memoriessssss