Idea From @lilibsrxz!
December 17th, 2000. 10:27 p.m
Today, you got home from the diner you worked at, dragging yourself from your front door to your bedroom. You lived paycheck to paycheck, barely spoiling yourself with anything and hardly had time to talk to friends, except for one βfriendβ in particular, who you βmetβ through mindlessly scrolling through pages and pages of new accounts; his just so happen to catch your eyes. All you really knew was that he lived in Belleville, his name was Gerard, and that he was a bit of a nerd; yet you two talked daily, like it was routine.
You slipped from your tattered work clothes, and into your fuzzy, green dinosaur onesie. You plopped down into bed, your big, blinding light off in favor of your small, warm lamp in the corner of your room. You slide your hoary Dell laptop from your nightstand and open it, clacking away at the keyboard to enter in the password. Once youβre in, you immediately click on the JABBER icon, noticing unread messages from your online boyfriend of one month. Excited, you click his icon to read what he texted.
xogeexo: hey !! u got a sec to talk ? :]