People love a good romance. I knew they would. The world wants romance and big sweeping gestures.
I glance toward the bathroom door again. Ha. Romance.
If they only knew the truth.
I open a new draft.
Okay, so you've all apparently seen the surprise. I mean, right now, at three a.m., it's had almost five thousand views. I didn't even think five thousand people saw my videos ever, so thanks for watching. Buuuut, yeah. The night didn't go as I'd planned.
I turn the video to peek through the bathroom door, catching a glimpse of a bare leg and the sound of cacophonous snoring. I should probably turn him on his side. Again.
So yeah, apparently he was so overcome with my surprise—and Jägermeister—that this is how my night went. In his defense, he was probably pretty drunk by the time I got here, so this was a short trip … to the bathroom floor.
I turn the camera back to me and shrug.
Oh, well, wish me better luck today. I'll keep you posted. Kisses and hugs!
Part of me wants to cry. Part of me wants to kick Trent. Part of me wants to explain this all away as poor timing. Part of me wants to admit that I'm settling.
I glance at my ClikClak account. The views keep climbing. My brain cannot wrap itself around these numbers. I'm used to posting great videos and getting like twenty-two views. Not … 5,352.
Holy shit.
My hands shake and I don't know whether to jump up and down and shriek, or vomit. Of course, Trent has the second one covered.
There's a good chance I jump on the bed for a minute.
See? I knew it. I knew the world would love me being in love. They'd flock to and share this moment of happiness in a world that's been nothing but bad news and worse news lately.
My #romanticsuprise is making the world smile.
I want to call Marley, but it's the middle of the night, and no one is bleeding. I text her instead to check out my account, followed by a string of exclamation marks. My inbox is continually pinging. I'm not ready for the inbox yet. Especially since the reality has not met the expectation of the video. Instead, I check the comments.
Girl.
What a dog.
She's an idiot if she thinks he's happy to see her.
Look at that body language.
This isn't happiness to see her.
#romanticsurprisefail
I see the hashtag#romanticsurpriseover and over. Of course, I'd put it on the series of videos myself, along with my trademark #xoxo and #liainlove.
My stomach sinks into my toes. I might really vomit. Or pass out. The pit in the depths of my gut started when Trent chose to get plastered and puke instead of spending the time with me. It's only continued to extend down further and darker until I can't imagine there being a bottom to it.
I sag back into the bed, fatigue—and despair—washing over me. I'm going viral. And not in a good way.
I start sweating, the cold, clammy kind. My heart pounds and my hands shake. Bile rises in my throat. What a colossal disaster.
They hate me. All of ClikClak thinks I'm an idiot and my boyfriend sucks. Okay, well I agree with them on the second part, at least at the moment, but seriously, what's with all the negativity? Doesn't anyone believe in love anymore? How can they be so cruel when I was trying to do something so sweet?
I bury my face into the pillow. Maybe I can accidentally smother myself so I never have to face the light of day again.
For the first time, I'm glad my username is @lovelylia. I don't know what made me use Lia instead of Ophelia, but now I'm thanking my lucky stars I was too embarrassed to put my real name on there. Can you imagine if people actually knew who I was and what a fool I'd been to think this was a good idea?
