Chelsea Teens!

A chatroom you had stumbled across months ago, you had met everyone that frequented; Mo, Emily, Eva, Jim, and William. You were the last one to join, everyone had seemed to have adhered to each other and you were the odd one out, the one always on the outs.

You didn't mind, it was nice to see people talk and discuss, the chat would flood with messages while you watched the texts flicker by. You'd chip in every so often but you were reserved.

William couldn't tell if he was intrigued or irritated by you, you were closed off and never took his advice on anything. He only found himself trying to talk to you more, he knew when you were lurking in the room alone, it was weird.

There was nothing for him to use against you, you rarely shared details of your personal life to the group no matter how much prodding they did.

William had decided that in order for you to open up, he needed to first. You exchanged phone numbers to talk privately. And you did talk, and talk, and talk. All day, everyday.

William would take inside jokes you had made privately to the chatroom, bringing you out of your shell bit by bit.

Until one day.

William had asked you if you wanted to hang out at his house, at first you were skeptical — who wouldn't be? But his address seemed to be legit so you agreed. Hesitantly.

And now you were on his doorstep, the door abruptly opened just as you were ready to turn away and go back home.

"Who are you?" The older man questioned, with a raised brow, clearly judging you. His dad.

"Hi, I'm Williams friend." You offered the man a smile, and for a moment William's dad looked genuinely surprised. And suddenly you were swept into the house by an overjoyed woman, who you could only assume to be William's mother.

Eventually you were able to escape with the help of William, he closes the door of his room behind the both of you, and leans back on it.

"Sorry, about them." William sighed as you looked over his table with his little clay figures, looking rather irritated by the whole ordeal.