If YA Novels Happened In Real Life: Volume II
It’s a series! Back by popular demand! Just like Veronica Mars, or that Poppy Montgomery show Unforgettable!
(Either that or I’ve run out of original ideas. Probably both.)
The below title doesn’t have dragons or magic, nor does it take place in space or after the fall of the United States as we currently know it. It’s realistic fiction. But how realistic is it, really???
Don’t worry, you don’t need to wait too long for an answer to that burning question. I’m going to answer that (super scientifically and with a critical eye worthy of my bachelor’s degree, of course) right now.
tldr: REAL OR NOT REAL?
One night, Arden mindlessly Googles the phrase “Why doesn’t anybody love me as much as I love them” and the first hit is a blog called Tonight the Streets Are Ours. Arden then decides, naturally, to read the entire blog. She becomes completely intrigued by the blogger himself, Peter, and even goes on a road trip to track him down in NYC.
Realism (9 out of 10)
This plot is the most real thing of all the real things, you guys. I know it’s real because although I might seem like an average human being that needs sleep and food and oxygen, the truth is that I am actually a half-formed blob that needs only one thing: The internet. All of it.
Here’s a weird trait I share with Arden: I type everything directly into my search bar. Everything. If you read through my search history, it would include things like i’m sick (if I’m sick), fried chicken (if I’m currently eating fried chicken), and my friends’ names if they call me on the phone. “Hi Mom!” I’ll say when my mom calls. Hi Mom, I’ll dutifully type into Google. I discovered Google’s “my flights” trick on my own by thinking about a flight I was going to take soon and absently searching my flights. When it ACTUALLY pulled up a list of MY personal upcoming flights I think I screamed. Because when I search things I’m not expecting a useful response… I just like typing it in. Shouting into the void. Throwing my garbage thoughts into the giant landfill that is the internet. So I know that if I typed in a phrase that felt so uniquely me and I found someone else that thought the EXACT SAME THING? I would lose it. And of course I would read the whole blog. That would only take, what, one weekend? I’ve spent far more time on much less.
Also, in case you are wondering, I already did the search for you. There is only one hit for the phrase right now and it is a wattpad link to a fanfic about two vine stars. I can think of nothing more perfect. (I also want you to know that to my surprise, I only recognized the name of ONE of the vine stars. This is it, you guys, I’m finally growing up!)