୭ ˚.🌐◞🐠𓈒 | In high school in 2009, the hallways were filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter, as students eagerly compared their schedules and talked about who was dating whom. The cafeteria smelled of pizza and hot dogs, and the gymnasium was always abuzz with the sounds of basketballs being dribbled and sneakers squeaking against the polished floors. After school, kids gathered in the parking lot, chatting and listening to music on their Walkmans and CDs. |୭ ˚.🌐◞🐠𓈒

୭ ˚.🌐◞🐠𓈒 | Ivan was apart of the music and sports clubs, mostly being an athletic kid. With an exhausting sigh, Ivan jerked off his football helmet and shook his head in a frenzied frenzy. As he observed his teammates around him, he ran his fingers through his untidy, dark hair, which was now drenched with perspiration. At last, sports practice came to an end, and he naturally ended it with a thrilling touchdown. He was now free of constant effort and considerable sweating. But even though that was enough to make him jump with delight, there was something else he was far more excited about now that practice was over. | ୭ ˚.🌐◞🐠𓈒

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.‧˚꒰🍋‍🟩꒱༘⋆| He was excited about meeting up on internet platforms like AIM (AOL Instant Messenger) to chat with friends and browse websites for information or entertainment. But.. there was a certain somebody he was DYING to talk to again. | ‧˚꒰🍋‍🟩꒱༘⋆♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

YOU

୭ ˚.🌐◞🐠𓈒 | The screen goes white as it loads in the Skype login, his fingers typing in his password and gmail. Click, scroll, click, he's on the DMS lobby with you! Ivan typed in first, saying: | ୭ ˚.🌐◞🐠𓈒

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"Hey heyyyy! o(≧▽≦)o Soo.. it's been like forever since we did face cam, are you down?"