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Summary: Clay is fed up with Invisible. How will he let her know? Read and find out.
Rated for all ages!
Clay’s Questions
A short Fan Fic~~My MJK (Invisible)
Invisible sits at her keyboard thinking of where to go with the next story. She has written only 2 pages and seems to have writer’s block.
“Dang! This is killing me. Maybe I should make Clay a woman in this one!” She says out loud to the empty room. She hears a noise coming from somewhere near her.
“I wonder what that noise is.” Invisible gets up and checks her son, Adam’s room. He is fast asleep, thumb crammed in his mouth. She checks on her husband. No, Kevin has his breathing machine on and is snoring loudly. Her two preteen daughters are fast asleep.
Invisible sits back down to her Gateway 310S model computer and starts to revise the title from, “Secret Rage” to “From Man to Woman” She writes the first sentence and suddenly the monitor goes crazy. Lights, flashing magenta and blue, blaze from her screen.
“Oh goodness!” She cries. Not too loudly as to wake her 3 sleeping children but loud enough her hubby stirs.
A wisp of smoke creeps out of the center of her monitor. Invisible jumps out of her chair expecting an explosion.
Instead, the wisp takes the ghost form of a skinny, tall man. The figure glides down to the floor and before Invisible can say ‘Cool Beans’, a fully formed, life size, real, Clay Aiken is standing before her.
“Uhh…” Is all she can manage.
“Hi!” Clay smiles at her.
“Do you realize you just materialized from my computer or…” Invisible trails off.
“Oh..Yeah that! Sorry to scare you like that but it was so much faster to do it that way.” Clay tells her in an apologetic tone. “I’m Clay Aiken.”
“Hi. I’m….” Invisible suddenly forgets her name. Clay is in her living room and Invisible is in pink sweats and a Mickey Mouse tee shirt. Not exactly what she had pictured in her fantasies.
“I know you. You’re Invisible. From the Inreview Clay Aiken Forum, right?” He says to her.
“Yes! Invisible’s my screen name. You can call me Marti. That’s my real name. Uh…what are you doing in my living room?” She asks tentatively.
“Marti? You mind if I sit with you for a moment?” He asks and Marti sits down opposite him on her 20-year-old couch. “I wanted to know why you write the stories about me that you do.”
“I…uh…” Marti is a little nervous. She never thought he would actually READ her stories.
“I mean, I read all the ones in the Forum. They aren’t bad but…for example…in one of the stories, you had me kissing a woman that I had just met in a bar. I mean I didn’t even KNOW her. I would never follow someone out of a club to talk to them with all my bodyguards with me.” Clay doesn’t look upset. Just bewildered.
“It was always a fantasy of mine. I don’t know. I just had the thought in my head and wondered what it would be like to have you fall in love with someone with a tragic past.” Marti answers.
“Well, I have to say…that story was tiring. You had me fighting and everything. By the time that story was over, I thought I would drop from exhaustion.” He sighs.
“You mean you actually go INTO the stories?” Marti asks amazed.
“Of course I do. I’m in them aren’t I? I have to run through all these stories every time someone brings it up. And now you have all these other girls writing them too! Man, I thought touring was hard work.” Clay puts his hand on his forehead and looks back up at the author.
“Sorry. Guess I didn’t think about that.” Marti says honestly.
“And then there was the one about me and the girl with the memory loss. That story was SO not me.”
“I’m sorry Clay. I thought it would make an interesting story. I wondered….” Marti starts but Clay interrupts.
“Yeah? Well those I can live with but now…you are writing this R rated stuff. Very graphic stuff I might add.” He raises an eyebrow; “I could never look at my teachers the same way after you wrote “Easy A”. I’m not that kind of guy you know.”
“I know Clay. I wanted to put you in a different light. Kind of make you more….” Marti trails off wondering how to put it.
“Easy?” Clay finishes.
“Yeah! That’s it.” She says.
“Oh well, that brings me to ‘Rainy Nights.” I would never, ever embarrass someone in public like that. I certainly wouldn’t listen through the walls to them taking a bath or anything like that, and everyone knows that I want to wait before I lose…you know. I prayed for forgiveness for 3 days straight after you made me do those things!”
Clay looks at the author of his FanFics for a long time. Marti finally answers,
“I know you would never do those things. But, you have to understand that some of us don’t have excitement in our lives like this. That’s why I write it. I love the gentle, god-fearing, mommy-loving side of you, but I like to put a little spice in it too. All of us at Inreview look at you a different way. We like to share the ideas we have of what the wild side of you might be like.” Marti stumbles over her words. “Don’t take offense. Didn’t you read the disclaimers before you read the stories?”
“Disclaimer? No, should I have?” Clay cocks his head sideways like a puppy listening to a strange sound.
“UGH! That is what they are there for. It tells everyone that the stories aren’t real life. That you aren’t like the Clay in our stories but a product of our own creativity.” Marti hopes she is making sense.
“Oh. Sorry about that. Guess I’ll read those next time. So. You’re thinking of making me a woman this time?” Clay asks as Marti offers him a Krispy Kreme donut.
“Yeah. I don’t know though. Writer’s block you know?” Marti answers.
“HEY! How about you write what it would be like if I were killed.” He says excitedly.
“ClayFan4ever did that already. She beat me to it. Great story. You should read it!” Marti suggests.
“Oh right. I remember that one. That one wore me out too. I hear claymybuttercup has an R in the works.” Clay smiles. “You guys are really good at writing.”
“Yeah. We have fun. Sorry about upsetting you.” Marti apologizes.
“Don’t be. Just had questions is all.” He rises to go back to the monitor from whence he came. “Don’t make me a woman. Please? Anything but that. Maybe write something about me relaxing on a beach for a month or so. That would be a nice rest for a change. And another thing, you need to get a list of my allergies. You could have killed me with that hot chocolate you know.” He kisses Marti’s cheek and pops back in to the PC as fast as he popped out.
Invisibles head snaps up from her slumber at her desk. She had fallen asleep while trying to write and had this crazy dream about Clay coming from her computer. She looks around and wonders why the Krispy Kreme donuts are out of the cupboard knowing she put them up just this evening and shrugs, turning back to think of her dream.
She writes the title “Clay’s Questions” and exclaimed.
“This is gonna be a great story!”
Which you have just read.
The End…
Marti (Invisible)
Author’s Note: I saw this done on another Fan Fiction site. If you all like fan fiction you can go to www.fanfiction.net and read all kinds of stuff there. All ratings. From G to R…go check it out. | |
