A fan-fiction flash fiction by Titilope Adedokun, The Semi Writer.
Rita, propped on her bed, was using Instagram, nothing unusual. From few doors away, she could hear her mother, Funke telling her father, Glen how ‘this social media nonsense’ was ‘eating their only child alive’. She sighed. Everyone thinks being an only child is fun. As if!
She clicked on her notifications button. Almost thirty new follow requests. The upside yet downside of having a private account. You just have to verify everything! With only a thousand, seven hundred followers, and following just six hundred and something, she was hardly an Instagram queen but low-key, she knew she slayed and slayed like Goliath, with features popping up every now and then, from slay pages, beauty appreciation accounts to the biracial appreciation pages. Being interracial had really done her well. Her grey eyes, contrasting full lips, red freckles, cheek bones and light caramel skin tone made her look very ‘exotic’ according to many comments.
A few photographers had even sent her direct messages, wanting to ‘work’ with her or ‘shoot’ her. As if! None of them looked worth her damn time.
As she scrolled down, she saw her crush and liked his picture. Oh damn, he got a tattoo! That’s so hot.
Brooklyn Beckham was always on her damn mind. Hell, she stalked him everytime, followed his father, his bestfriends; The Ramsays and even his dog’s account. But a verified account with followers running into millions, there was no way she could compete with that, no matter how ‘exotic’ she looked. She smiled sadly and scrolled away. But not before commenting, You are so adorable!
Her phone blinked, notifying that she had another new follower. @brooklynbeckham just followed you. She checked her Following‘s notifications to be sure she wasn’t dreaming.
@brooklynbeckham just followed @ritasayshi
Her mum and dad came into her room. Funke asked her, visibly agitated. ‘Rita, what’s going on? Why did you scream like that?’. ‘Brooklyn Beckham followed me back on Instagram’.
She summoned courage and texted him, just testing the waters.
Hey. Thanks for following back. So cool.
One second, two seconds, five seconds, thirty seconds.
Hey. No problem.
She screamed again but muffled it with her teddy bear. She thought, should I reply again? I don’t want to seem desperate. She chanted to herself. ‘I am not desperate. I am cool, calm and collected. Brooklyn Beckham just followed me back and replied my text, its not a big deal’.
After a while of crazy self deliberation, she decides to text him back. ‘If he thinks I am a crazy desperado, then, so be it! I don’t care… Well I do care’
So umm. I’m a huge fan of your photography. It’s really great.
He replied almost immediately.
Thanks. I went through your page. You’re gorgeous. Are you in England though? I would love to put my lens on you.
She screamed again, muffled with the teddy bear and daydreaming of their wedding day. Do you Rita Phillips take Brooklyn Beckham to be your lawfully wedded husband…? I do!
Yes. I am. I’m part African but I live in London. That would be amazing.
Oh God. She was rambling again. Who told her to say anything about Africa?
Okay, great. Let’s work something out. What days are you free this week? And Africa? What part are you from? I did some charity work in Kenya last year. Fantastic place.
In her head, she replied. I know baby, I know. And free all the days of my life!
I’m from Nigeria. Lagos, exactly. Really beautiful place. Friday and Saturday, both are free days for me. E-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org
He replied her.
Okay, that’s perfect. I would send you an e-mail to confirm the location but honestly, it’s nothing so serious. We could do random shots and then, we could do a few Polaroids.
As she replied him, her phone rang.
🎵🎶 It was just a dream, just a moment ago…
Uggh. Don’t do this to me!
She feels a tap on her shoulder.
‘Wake up, Rita, it’s time to go to school!’
She rubbed her eyes and tapped the ‘Join Instagram’ button.