See you all at the bottom.

Friend request sent.

"Oh my fucking god, what the fuck have I done?"

I drop my phone on the bed like it's on fire and move to the farthest corner of the bed. Shit, fuck, shit, shit, this isn't good AT ALL.

I glare at my phone because really it was all his fault.

Stupid touchscreen phones fucking up my life.

I'd seen a total hottie - like the kind whose smile melts your insides, whose face makes your mouth go dry - through Tanya, who was a mutual friend of the both of us. I was happily cyber-stalking him, drooling over his fuck hot photos when my phone decided to implement Mission: Screw Bella's Life. Before I knew what was happening, my phone malfunctioned and after a moment I realized that the devil spawn had actually sent a friend request to him, on my behalf.

Just fuck my life.

Now, I know you might be thinking, "Oh this girl is overreacting way too much. She could easily cancel the request that she sent. Silly girl," but here's the thing: I never send anyone friend requests. All the friends that I have on Facebook are due to the fact that they sent me a request first.

Call it antisocial tendencies, sheer laziness or vanity but it is what it is. So, he was actually the first person whom I requested for 'friendship'.

Although it was a mistake, I just couldn't bring myself to cancel the request. Why, I don't know- maybe it was my pride who refused to back down, thinking that sticking with what I did is the best course of action. Or maybe it was that teensy tiny part of me who was really curious whether he'd accept my request or not.

I've never ever felt this kind of nervous excitement before, when a boy was concerned. New Poets of the Fall album? Sure but boys? No way, José.

I mean don't get me wrong, I love to appreciate the beauty that Mother Nature has been kind enough to bestow upon us, if you know what I mean but I've never 'crushed' upon anyone. I'm not a saint, I've had my share of fooling around with horny, teenage boys but I've never liked anyone. You know like the like like and not just the normal, confusing-lust-with-love kind of like.

Hence the reason I was freaking out.

Huffing in irritation, I climb out of the bed and make my way towards the bathroom for my nightly routine, having had enough of freaking out for one night.

All you can do right now is just to wait and watch whether 'Edward Cullen' would accept your friend request or not, anyway.

The concept of requesting someone's friendship never seemed so stupid and lame to me before but now it did.

Fucking Mark Zuckerberg with his dumbass ideas.

Hello everyone (or anyone who is bothering to read this story)! *waving enthusiastically*

So this is my first attempt at trying to write something solid. I wanted to start slow, you know, with a one-shot to try and get a feel about all the stuff but I saw that people write in short drabble-form stories here too, which is really good for me because at suck at completing something at a go….

Please excuse my rambling, I tend to do that when I'm a little nervous. So the story would be around 10 chapters long only, I guess and I'll try and write as much as I can so I can update sooner.

This is unedited, so all mistakes are mine. I'd love to get a beta though to look through my chapters for the mistakes that I've made (which I don't doubt are neumerous).

I'd love to know what you think about this story. Reviews are love, so leave me some love! :)