Finding SoulMates
Chapter One
Bella stared at the computer screen, willing the words to come to her. Why was it so difficult to type information about her likes and dislikes? At that moment, she hated Leah for pressuring her into joining this ridiculous dating site.
"It's been months since that pansy fucker left. Get off your ass! Now!" Leah yelled, while dragging her out of the house to the nearest bar.
"No! I'm not done moping!" She struggled against the bitch she called her best friend.
A slap to her cheek and twelve shots of tequila later they sang karaoke and made up. Like they always did. Leah was right anyway, not that she would admit it out loud. But, Bella didn't just want to go out to bars or clubs anymore. She wanted to get to know someone outside of that 'one night stand' scene. So, Leah told her about findingsoulmates, a dating website where she met Sam - her fiance'.
This was news to Bella, and it lead to another argument… more drinking… and crying and apologizing. She smiled to herself, if she didn't love Leah so much - and vice versa - they would make epic enemies.
Bella popped her neck, "Alright, I can do this. It's words. I'm good with words. Type…"
"Are you still on the same part?" Leah asked. The amazon looking wench had the nerve to smirk. Her quick texting paused for a beat, "Do you need help?"
Bella rolled her eyes, "No, thank you. I'd like to do this without the word 'fuck', 'shit', or 'twat' being tossed in every other sentence."
Leah snorted a laugh, "It's not my fault you're boring, dear."
Ignoring Leah, she decided to be straightforward and just get it done.
username: bookworm87
Looking for: dating, long-term dating, soul mate
Likes: books, music, art, and many more.
Dislikes: arrogance, belittling, spicy foods, soap operas, popcorn, bad hygiene, etc.
Tell potential soul mates more about yourself: I'm new to online dating. I'd like to talk to someone, get to know them, and see where it goes.
She clicked on the 'Save' button before she changed her mind and deleted everything.
Leah, who got off the couch to hover and be nosy, pointed at the default image on the profile, "You forgot to add a picture."
"Fuck! I hate pictures. Why on God's green earth did I let you talk me into this?!" She banged her head on the desk and refused to look back up at the stupid screen.
"Move over. You're making this harder than it has to be." She pushed and nudged until the right side of her butt was on the chair with Bella. Some clicky noises later, and she giggled… Giggling Leah was bad.
"What did you do?" Bella looked up and saw the picture… of her, during the summer at La Push, in a bikini, "Lee! That's… inappropriate!"
Leah minimized the browser and held Bella's hand, "Listen, you need to break out of this shell you molded over yourself when you were dating the Emo. You're a great woman, smart, and I know you… this person you turned into after Edweirdo left isn't you. The picture isn't inappropriate. It shows you having fun. It gives an insight to the real you." She hugged her, went to the kitchen, and resumed her texting - more than likely sexting - to Sam.
Bella stared at the screen, again. She peeked at Leah, then opened her profile page. It wasn't that bad. Besides, there are a lot of people on this site, she'd be lucky if she got a couple of responses.
Right?
Side Notes:
Un-beta'd-preread. Is that a word? Well, yeah, it's quick and dirty basically.
Drabble-style - AH - Rated M for language and situations.
I've had writer's block for a while. It sucks the big one. So, I'm beating down the cobwebs. Kinda? Maybe? Hopefully.
Fingers crossed and all that jazz.