This is my first attempt at a fan fiction. I hope you like it and please leave a review. Here goes:

Social Network Fan Fiction

AFTER CHRISTY

'Mark'
Eduardo sat up and sunk deep into his hands.
'Mark'
Feelings such as this had never taken over him so much. Never did he believe that this would be his lifestyle.
'Mark'
In fact, the more he thought, the more the feeling began to change and mould into something...
'Mark'
...new...something almost positive. Almost joyful.
'Mark'
At first he began to resent the idea.
'Mark'
But the more it swirled and filled his mind like the many...
'Mark'
...many
'Mark'
...many shots from the night before the more it became content in its new home. This idea of enjoyment and thrill from...that, almost sickened him.
'Mark'
This was not his 'thing'. His crowd, his gathering, his group, this was not him.
'Mark'
Downing the creeping thoughts until a more pressing time he peered through his fingers. He could clearly see his laptop, perfectly angled towards the window, accompanied by pen and paper. It sat there content.
Full of his many moments of magnificence, his genius, his chance at fame, his career. Himself. All on that simple machine.
'Mark'
The machine worked hard, yet not as hard as its master. Its brilliant owner. Useless.

He edged his way towards the window, hand on head, desperate for fresh air. For some liberation.
'Mark'
Unsurprisingly there lay a number, many meaningless digits revealed her. Christy.
Her whole personality revealed and exploited on one measly, crinkled, used napkin. A perfect explanation.
'Mark'
The thoughts of the previous night crawled back into his mind, baring all: his actions the people the music the food the stench the air the walls the clothes the bodies the smoke the drink the horror of the whole situation just sickened him.
Yet...
'Mark'
...he enjoyed himself. He enjoyed Christy. He enjoyed last night.
And was he even invited?
Of course.
The answer became clear the moment the question became ridiculous.
He memorized the digits, tore the paper into pieces and made his way to the door. He looked back upon empty beer cans and torn leather sofas, broken bottles and used and abused cigarettes.
As the closed the door behind him, Eduardo uttered his first words of the day.

"I was the plus one"

Mark

THE END

(I realise that this fanfic probably leaves a lot of questions and may confuse people. But I like to write ambiguously and i love underlying messages within stories. I hope you enjoyed it! Oh! And please leave a review, it will really help to better these, because, trust me, i will write more!)