Stranger: lol exchnge noodz? xx

You have disconnected.

Phil had only been on omegle for 5 minutes, and he was already discouraged. With his internet fame, he liked being able to talk to someone without them knowing he was AmazingPhil. But so far, all he found were two people who didn't speak english, three people who wanted to 'talk dirty' and one person who was looking for someone named Jim. He was not Jim. He would give it a few more tries, then he would just go to bed. He glanced at his phone, it was nearly two in the morning. Dan was usually the one who stayed up until all hours of the morning, Phil himself tried to get to bed around 1:00 or 2:00. He clicked the button to meet a new stranger and waited for them to say something.

Stranger: Hello =)

You: Hi!

So far so good.

Stranger: What is your favorite kitchen appliance?

Phil had to admit he was a touch surprised at that question. Granted, his fans asked some pretty strange ones. He thought for a moment, then said to Dan, who was across the room, "Dan, what's my favourite kitchen appliance?"

"Um...A balloon whisk?" Dan offered.

You: A balloon whisk.

Stranger: That isn't an appliance, that's a utensil.

You: Touche.

You: I like toasters.

Strangers: I myself am a fan of the blender.

You: And why is that?

Strangers: Smoothies.

You: I see. I like toast.

Stranger: I am not a big fan of toast. Only sometimes.

Phil found himself smiling as he typed a response. Finally, an actual normal human being.

You: I had toast this morning. With grape jam.

Stranger: And butter?

You: No butter, just jam.

Stranger: Toast HAS to have butter!

You: We were all out of butter.

Stranger: Oh no! A tragedy!

You: It's alright, the Tesco man brought more a bit later.

Stranger: Tesco man?

You: You don't know what Tesco is?

Stranger: No...

You: It's a website where you can order your groceries and have them delivered to you. It's a UK thing I believe.

Stranger: That explains it then, I'm from the US.

Stranger: Although I know there are services like that here, just not in smaller towns like mine.

You: So you actually have to GO TO THE STORE? Human interaction!

Stranger: Right? I would much rather sit here on Tumblr.

This stranger had a Tumblr. That was a very good sign. They kept talking, and Phil learned that she was in fact, a she. She was a university student, had "shortish" blue and green hair, and two tattoo's. Phil was still trying to keep exactly who he was a secret. He did confess that he lived in London, and his fondness for lions.

"Phil? Want me to leave this light on for you?" Dan asked, and Phil jumped a bit.

"Sorry?" Phil looked up at his flatmate.

"The light. On or off? I'm going to bed." Dan yawned and stretched, gesturing to the light switch.

"Oh, um." Phil glanced at his phone again, it was past 3 in the morning. "Off, I think I'll move to my bed. Come on, lion." Phil picked up his trusty stuffed animal and his laptop and phone, heading into his bedroom. He could hear Dan in the bathroom, washing his face and brushing his teeth.

"What are you doing anyway? You've been typing for ages." Dan asked across the hall.

"Just...Talking to someone."

"Who?"

"Someone on omegle."

"Probably a 40-year-old who wants to kidnap you and skin you."

"Thanks for that visual image before bed."

"It's what I do. Night, Phil."

"Night." Phil heard Dan go to his own bedroom and shut the door.

You: Sorry, I'm back. My flatmate was being a pain.

Stranger: No worries, my roommate certainly has her moments where I want to strangle her with her weave.

You: Violent...

Stranger: Only sometimes. She does put up with me getting up ridiculously early for work three times a week.

You: Oh? What do you do?

Stranger: I barista at the campus coffee shop. Not the best job, but it pays the bills.

You: That's so cool! I wish I knew about coffee.

Stranger: I might know a bit too much about coffee...And espresso...And flavor syrups...

As Phil continued the conversation, prompting her to tell him a hilarious story about one of her regular customers, he promised himself he would only talk to her for a few more minutes. Half an hour later, Phil was laying stomach-down on his bed, in his boxers, and they were talking about how they both really should go to bed. It was almost 4:00 in London, and 11:00 in her small Michigan town. She had to get up for work at four, her time.

You: Alright. We're both going to bed. For real this time.

Stranger: For sure. Totally.

You: Yes. Getting off now.

Stranger...You're still here!

You: So are you!

Stranger: Yes...Because I really don't want to stop talking to you.

You: Well who says we have to stop talking?

Stranger: Well I don't know how good you are at typing in your sleep...

You: Well, not for the next few hours, but we could still talk.

Stranger: Do you have a Tumblr?

Phil hesitated. If he gave her his tumblr...He was outed as AmazingPhil, and while there was no way of knowing if she even knew who he was, he didn't want to take the chance.

You: I do, but I never use it.

You: You know what, I trust you. And what's more, I like you. I'm going to entrust you with my phone number.

Stranger: I'm glad you trust me with such precious information.

Phil smiled and typed in the digits, recieving hers in return.

Stranger: And what name should I put that down under?

You: Phil.

You: And yours?

Stranger: Roselyn. But everyone calls me Rosie.

You: Goodnight Rosie. I'll talk to you tomorrow?

Stranger: Definitely. Goodnight, Phil.