Free Tangled Web by S.A. Ozment Page A

for. Sebastian’s eyes truly did appear to be the window to his soul. They were a pale shade of blue that seemed to radiate kindness. The rest of his face was chiseled and beautiful, but truthfully, it was his dimples—on both cheeks—that sunk in when he smiled and won my heart. If he weren’t such a fabulous actor, he definitely could’ve been a model. I had been so captivated by him I had barely finished watching the show before I was online to find out more about him. Imagine my disappointment when I saw that Sebastian didn’t have a social presence on the Internet other than an outdated IMDb page. It didn’t show me anything other than he was born on the seventh of January, and he was now thirty-one years old, which made him only two years older than me.
    After following him for a year or so, I decided he needed more of a social presence, and I was just the person to help him with it. After all, who doesn’t want free publicity, and besides, in my opinion, the entire world needed to know about this Hollywood hunk of a man. I started an online fan page for him on Facebook, opened an Instagram page using only part of his name, and created a handle on Twitter. I never pretended to be Sebastian, but I did promote him pretty heavily, and his number of followers had grown tremendously since I started. Unfortunately, over time, I came to realize Sebastian was one of those actors who either didn’t care about social media or had never bothered to learn how to use it. But I was fine with that as I updated each site every few days with announcements or general chatter to keep people interested. The only rule I had on his sites was that there would be no gossip about Sebastian’s personal life. All rumors pointed to Sebastian being straight, but since I was a gay man living three thousand miles away, and not to mention the fact that I would never be lucky enough to meet him, his sexual preference was a moot point for me and anyone visiting the sites.
    Patricia: Hey, Ashley, did you ever send that e-mail to Sebastian’s manager? Patricia typed into our window on Facebook.
    Ashley: I did, my love… I did. I told her about all the social media sites I had on Sebastian and how huge the following had become, especially in the past two years.
    Patricia: And….
    Ashley: Then I bit the bullet and asked her if I could make one of them an official page. And you will be happy to know that I used all the wording you suggested.
    As I typed this last sentence, I felt a warm fuzziness flow through my body. Realizing the alcohol must be kicking in, I looked down to see I had already drunk the second glass of wine.
    Patricia: Fantastic! How long ago did you send it?
    Ashley: Uh… it’s been a while. Maybe a month? I glanced up at my calendar. No wait, it was more like two months ago.
    Patricia: Did you hear anything back?
    Ashley: Not yet, and truthfully, I don’t expect to. I think if Sebastian had any interest in social media, he would’ve created the accounts a long time ago.
    Patricia: Well you never know. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you. Now tell me what happened to put you in such a tizzy.
    I started to write about my day in the emergency room. I was now on my third glass of wine, and I continued to drink as I told Patricia about the little girl, how the bullet had lodged in her stomach, and how I had flipped out completely. After a short while, I began to feel dizzier, and I was giggling nonstop like an idiot. Glancing over at the bottle, I could see it was almost empty. Shit! I must have been more upset than I thought. I couldn’t remember ever drinking an entire bottle of wine by myself.
    As I chatted with Patricia, I saw a Facebook message fly down the left side of the page, stating I had a new friend request. I instantly popped over to my Add a Friend page and saw the name Imsebastiangray .
    Sure you are, buddy , I thought as I sloshed my last little bit of wine around in my glass. Leaning back in my chair, I