Chapter Eleven


If i was closer to Tiffany, what i am thinking is that Tiffany would go to me, sit on my lap and pretend we are making out, she'd wrap her arms on my shoulder and sit on my lap as if we're doing something really nasty but then we have not reached that kind of closeness yet and so the two girls just sat on either side of me on the sofa. My ears were already numb at the screaming on my laptop and i swear i can see the veins on her neck about to pop. Seriously, she won't stop screaming. The girls were getting worried already so i took my time to lean on my seat and look at both of them. Specially the very worried Taeyeon.


"There are four kind of fans all over the words. This applies to everyone even if they don't like K-Pop." I started, completely ignoring my best friend on the other line that wouldn't stop thrashing around. I continued speaking and this time, my eyes were moving from both Tiffany and Taeyeon and screen of my laptop. "First kind of fan is that fan that would calmly go to you. Tell you that they are your fan and ask for either a picture or a signature.." I stopped for a moment and then continued. "Second is that kind of fan who would screaming and thrashing so hard until they are out of voice, they would also annoy you by following you and chasing after you even if it's too inappropriate already. They'd do anything to take a picture of you or any evidence that they saw you, they are the fans that are kind of uncontrollable." I nodded then pointed at my best friend on the screen. "This girl is the third kind of fan. She is screaming and thrashing all over but she is the emotional kind of fan that after realizing they saw you in person, they couldn't believe that they actually were lucky enough to be able to get a glimpse of you so they would be.." I didn't even finish my sentence when i saw my best friend sobbing while holding all the Girls' Generation album she has with her. "Look at her.." I snickered but then stopped when Tiffany answered. 


"But what kind of fan are you?" 


I turned to her and just smiled, this time.. my eyes got fixated on Taeyeon before looking down. "The fourth kind of fan is me. I wouldn't scream loud or thrash hard. I wouldn't even follow you around or go all over by asking for your signature on my album. I am the type of fan that.." I turned to Taeyeon and continued. "I would just stand there and look at you. Savor every millisecond that my eyes were looking at yours. I would thank God that he let me live to see you even if you'll just say a simple hi, i wouldn't t