You are speaking with a random stranger, say hi!
I looked at the page for a moment, debating whether I wanted to chat with another random person or not. Honestly, I would prefer to go and play Super Mario World right now. All you ever get on Omegle is people asking for nude pictures or boring chit chat, or an excruciatingly mind-numbing combination of the above. I have been on here for an hour now, and I still have no clue as to why I was even here in the first place, given how boring it was and all that.
Sighing audibly, I eventually typed up a quick 'Hello' just for the heck of it, and waited for a response.
Stranger: Hi there.
"Oh look, finally someone who doesn't immediately ask for nudes," I muttered sarcastically, and relaxed slightly in my chair as I typed back,
Me: What's your name? I'm Mail.
I decided I might as well use my real name instead of my nickname this time, no harm in it.
Stranger: Hello Mail, the name's Mello.
Me: What kind of name is Mello?
Stranger: My ****ing name damn it!
Stranger: Besides, you're one to talk, what kind of name is Mail?
Wow, anger issues alert. Well, at least they haven't asked for any nudes yet…or worse, sent some themselves (ugh!).
Me: Wow dude, calm down.
Stranger: Why should I? You're the one making fun of my name.
Me: Okay, okay, I'm sorry.
Stranger: I don't even know why I'm on this site.
Me: Huh. I was just thinking the same thing, this place sucks. We have something in common I guess! :P
Stranger: Haha, you're an idiot
Well that was rude.
Me: You're not mellow at all :(
And, while I know that 'Mail' really isn't a very common name (my parents have really weird tastes), but who the hell names their kid Mello? Like, that's almost worse than being named Mail. Almost.
Me: Who named u that anyway?
Stranger: I did.
Would you just look at that, someone's got even weirder tastes than my parents.
Me: How do you name yourself?
Well I can't judge, I call myself Matt. But hey, I'm bored and this is, really, just some stranger. 'Matt' beats 'Mail' any day in the Great Name's for Human Beings Contest anyways.
Stranger: I just did it dammit, you're annoying.
Me: Then why r U still talking to me?
Stranger: Because it's this or mind numbing boredom and frustration
Me: Ah. So how old are you anyway?
Stranger: Why should I tell you?
Me: Why not?
Me: I bet I can guess.
Stranger: Try then
Me: 17?
Stranger: You just guessed your own age
Me: True -_- but was I right?
Stranger: I don't like you
Me: So I was!
Stranger: Yes, yes, you want my address too or what?
I could practically feel this guy's irritation, and a smirk formed on my lips.
Me: Nah, if I wanted it I would already have it
Stranger: What do you mean?
Me: Hacker
Stranger: Shit. Well, I'm bored of you so I'm gonna go
Me: Aw ok, you're an ass anyway
Stranger has disconnected
"Pfft, whatever." I grumbled.
Still, that was kinda fun; I almost wish he continued talking to me. I could trace his computer of course, but after a moment's contemplation I decided not to. I'd rather play Super Mario World anyway. So with that only half decided, I hopped up from my computer chair and stretched, before going downstairs to use the Playstation. Though, of course the second I sat down on the plush couch, Dad had to call for me.
"What?!" I yelled back at him, as he was apparently in the kitchen.
"Come over here!"
I grumbled to myself, but got up anyway, making my way into the kitchen at a rather lazy pace.
Our house is a nice size, four bedrooms, a bathroom attached to two of them, basement suite, large yard; this house has apparently been in our family since the street was built. And no one ever bothered to expand it, only renovating things that needed to be fixed when they broke. So while the rest of the street became posh-villa with big mansions, etc. our house stayed mediocre compared to them. The only good thing that came out of it was the cheaper price due to its old model.
-So of course, when I saw a middle aged man and woman in the kitchen, I knew that someone had moved into the mansion next door, and they were obviously more snobby rich people that I had no interest in meeting.
"About time Matt, this is Mr. and Mrs. Kheel, they just moved into the neighborhood and wanted to get to know their neighbors." Dad politely gestured to the couple sitting at the kitchen table, and I took a moment to observe them.
The woman was small, with straight blond hair that curled at the ends, bright blue eyes that accentuated a dainty nose, and a heart shaped face. Whereas the man was taller, and looked like someone in a police force, brown hair and blue eyes as well, though his features were more sculpted than his wife's. Just another decent and rich couple, but I still didn't want to socialize with them though.
"Hello Matt." The woman, Ms. Kheel offered me her hand, smiling all the while. "You're welcome to call me Angela if you'd like."
"And you can call me Eric" Mr. Kheel said, smiling slightly.
I accepted her gesture hesitantly and nodded curtly, while I heard my father sigh in exasperation towards my attitude.
"I am glad one of our neighbors has a son your age, our own son, Mihael, is still at the house unpacking, but maybe you could meet him sometime?" She suggested, her voice taking on a cheerful tone.
"Yeah, maybe." I responded dully, though I was holding back a smirk from my face. I did catch the slight change in her tone when she mentioned the kid, so I bet he doesn't want to live here. Ah well, life sucks.
"Why don't you come over for supper tonight?" My father then suggested, obviously trying to divert the conversation's flow so that the Kheel's didn't have to put up with my rudeness.
"Oh, supper would be great, but we are tired from our trip, so perhaps tomorrow night?" Eric said graciously in response.
"Yes of course, tomorrow works as well." My Dad said rather happily.
I for one, didn't understand the excitement of having guests over for dinner, it seems like a waste of time. But nonetheless, I took the opportunity to slip back into the living room and flop down onto the couch again, pulling a pillow to my chest as I clicked the power button on the TV remote.
Well, then. I've got stupidly cheerful neighbors and dinner tomorrow, maybe I can make up an excuse to skip the dreadfulness. Maybe a headache? I have those a bit frequently, so maybe my parents will even buy it. Yeah, right. Like they'd let me skip out on an occasion to "socialize!" and "make new friends!" I huffed as I picked up my Nintendo game controller, and began to click buttons to set up my gameplay. Tonight, I was staying up late playing Super Mario World.
"Matt."
"Nng."
"Matt, are you really still asleep?" My mom asked in disbelief, and I heard the door handle rattle as she obviously tried to enter my room.
"Go away." I grumbled, snuggling further into the comfortable bosom of my bed.
"Did you stay up all night again?"
Yes, yes I did, but I am not going to tell her that because if I at least deny it, she won't throw a fit. "No."
"Matt come on, the Kheels are going to be here in half an hour, get up!" She then shouted through my door, clearly getting fussy with me now.
"Don't want to!" I yelled in response, but by now I was already pretty awake, just staring at the red fabric over my head.
"Matt, I'm going to sell your game consoles if you don't get ready." She warned; Like she hasn't used the same threat on me a million times now. God, she should come up with some new threats now.
"Don't care, go away!"
"Matt please, I know you don't like these dinners but it's the polite thing to do." She begged this time, and sarcastically I responded, "Because I'm such a polite and lovable boy,"
"You know that Camaro you wanted?"
"Like you're gonna actually buy it for me." Definitely not, the thing is worth like, I don't know, fifty grand or something.
"Well I'm buying it for you, so be grateful and get ready."
"Say what?" I asked, dumbstruck, as I pulled my covers down and sat up a little, holding myself up with my hand.
"You heard me, now come on." She said, before walking away. I sat there for a minute, mutely, trying to sift through all the emotions swirling in me, anger; shock, joy, guilt, yada, yada. But I have to give her credit, she finally started calling me Matt, like I preferred, instead of Mail. Maybe all my constant reminders finally registered in her mind.
I stayed still for another second in the warmth of my duvet, not wanting to break the bubble of coziness I was in. But eventually, I did resign myself to facing the damn music and slid out of the bed lazily, before throwing on a red and black striped shirt and some baggy jeans that were tossed around on the floor, ran my hands through my hair lazily, and slapped my goggles over my eyes.
Of course (no matter how lazily I did it) I would get out of bed for a car, especially for a Camaro. Now I just had to hope that this new kid isn't as much of an ass as I think he might be.
I picked up my PSP and shoved it into my pocket before heading down the stairs to the kitchen, where I was greeted by my parents. I ignored them and sat down on a chair to play my PSP, hoping that they would return the favor, and ignore me as well.
"Matt can you set the table?" Of course they wouldn't return the favor. Something to do with 'family values', or some highly idealized bullshit, but that didn't mean I was going to comply.
"No."
"Matt." Dad said warningly.
"Come on, at least I came down here." I countered, not looking up from my device, just to add effect.
Dad sighed and went back to helping my Mom with the meal. I had only gotten through seven levels of Sonic when there was a knock on the door though, and Dad hurried over to invite our guests inside. I didn't bother to look up as I heard shuffling and greetings until they arrived in the kitchen, and when I did look, I made sure they didn't notice, and that I appeared to be playing my game still.
I looked past and Angela and straight to their son, and I almost broke out in laughter right then and there. But it's a good thing I have control, because he looked pissed and me laughing would have only made it worse. I guess my deduction of the real reason we didn't see him yesterday was indeed right, he definitely does not want to be here. It's hilarious, really.
I guess I was so distracted by his apparent anger that I didn't really pay attention to how he looked at first either, and it only made me want to laugh even more. He really looked like a girl, first, resembling his mother the most: skinny, short, blond, blue eyes, did I forget to mention long hair? It reached his shoulders and looked straightened a bit as well, and just like his mother, his hair framed a lookalike dainty nose, fine lips, and slightly more masculine face shape. Also, he was clad in leather, very tight leather, which made him look like he played for the other team, i.e. I am absolutely certain this kid is gay.
"This is our son Mihael. Mihael, this is Mr. and Ms. Jeevas." Mr Kheel introduced and I visibly saw the blond tense at that, the action was questionable, but I dismissed it as him just disliking the attention.
"Matt, put down your game and come over here to introduce yourself." Mom said sharply, so I guess my attitude was wearing her patience down by now. And then I realized Mihael had just noticed me and I really wished Mom'd never spoken, I swear this guy wanted to kill me, if not that, then he probably decided to hate me from here on, judging by the murderous look on his face.
I refrained from a sigh, and I got up from my seat, still playing my game just to spite them a little and offered my hand to Mihael, while still playing single-handedly.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Matt." I drawled the words, not expecting a response of any sort, and I was right. He just huffed and crossed his bare arms, so after a moment I shrugged and slouched back over to my seat.
"Don't be so rude." I heard his mother scold him, but I was paying even less attention now as I was going through a boss level on my game.
"It's okay Angela, we understand." Mom said coolly, with Dad nodding in agreement.
"Mihael, you can sit down if you like, dinner is ready. We just need to set the table," Mom said afterwards, and I brought my gaze up to the blond to see his reaction. Though it turned out to be a waste of my time, as his expression didn't change in the least, and he just sat down in the seat farthest from me -still glaring at everything that was closest to him.
There was mostly silence as my mother and Angela set the table, before everybody sat down. Mihael and I at both of the farthest ends, my mom and Angela on the right, and my father and Mihael's on the left.
"Alright, help yourselves." My mother said after a moment, and after a short "thank you" from everyone, they all moved and took what they wanted. Including me, as I set down my game even though I wasn't that hungry, and took some spaghetti with bread. Though I noticed out of the corner of my eye, if it was possible, Mihael looked even grumpier than before, he also didn't move to take any food, which I admit is pretty insulting. My mom is a great cook.
"Honey, aren't you hungry?" His mother questioned when she too noticed this, but he only averted his gaze and gave her a flat out "No". That is when I noticed the rosary around his neck, hidden under his vest but most definitely a rosary. So I guess he's probably upset that we didn't do any prayers or something. Jeez, this guy is already a pain to deal with, I wonder if he's going to go to my school too...
His mother simply sighed in response and continued eating. The rest of the way through dinner I didn't pay attention as they spoke about politics and whatnot, but instead resigned myself to continue playing on my PSP while eating. About half an hour later, I noticed Mihael growing less irritated and more bored. And, it's not that I liked the guy or anything, but I was becoming bored as well. I also know my parents wouldn't just let me go back to my room like I wanted to, so the best option really is to ask him to hang out with me.
"Hey, wanna go play some games or something?" I suggested, putting down my game to look at him.
For a moment he looked angry again, and I thought he was going to be an idiot, decline and spoil everything, but then he finally decided to be sensible and hesitantly nodded. I guess he realized (from the look on his face) that this was the only good option he had at this point.
"Sure," He agreed and stood up, before following my lead as I got up as well and lead the way into the living room. As expected, neither of our parents said anything, and just gave us nods as if we needed permission. Honestly, I would have just gotten up anyways if they said no. In the living room, I flopped down onto the couch again, in the same place as before, and turned on the TV screen, it was still on from my game from last night, so luckily my parents hadn't turned the console off during the day.
"I'm not going to play any games with you." Mello deadpanned as he stood beside the couch and eyed the screen. I smiled lightly, the guy seemed to think I was a bit of an idiot.
"I know." I supplied as I pressed play, and started loading my game. "But you looked bored and so was I."
"Hm." He nodded in agreement, and finally took a seat on the other side of the couch.
"So, care to tell me why you're so pissy?" That's clearly my brilliant technique for starting a conversation. I may be pretty intelligent in general, but I wouldn't give myself a medal for socialization, that's for damn sure.
"None of your business." He huffed.
"Okay." I drawled in response, as my game loaded and I began playing.
We sat in silence for awhile, Mihael still tense and clearly unhappy. But, though I didn't mind the silence, I couldn't help teasing him a little.
"You look like a girl you know?"
"Fuck off." He hissed.
"Well considering this is my house Mihael, I think I'll stay."
"Mello."
I looked at him questioningly.
"My name is Mello."
"Mello?" I echoed, my mind beginning to race.
"What?" He snapped.
"Nothing." I turned back to my game, a little shocked.
How many seventeen year olds are named Mello? Not many that's for sure, and even less when you ask how many with a snarky attitude. And what's the chance that you can meet a guy that you talked to on a site like Omegle, and have them as your new neighbor within the span of two days? Zero to none that's what. Surely this guy can't be the same one, right? But somehow Mello not being the online stranger seems unbelievable too at this point, jeez.
"How old are you?" I asked after a moment. Let's see how he reacts. Though chances are, he'd say something along the lines of…
"None of your business."
"Hmm." That's what I thought.
But seriously, they can't be the same person, right?
Author's note of 2017: Hey guys, welcome to the new and improved (edited) version of Hi Stranger! The absolutely amazing WinchestersOf221B helped with with this story, and I cannot thank her enough! I love you! I hope everyone enjoys, as there have been some well needed adjustments that were lacking before, and now we're ready to go ^^
This story is the very first I had ever written, and when I say very first I mean I had never written anything bigger than a page long essay, so it means a lot to me even though I was very inexperienced at writing at the time. It took me three months to write it, and I had no idea what I was doing all the way through. And just as well, it was a very difficult time for me, where I was going through a lot of changes and emotional drama. Even today, when I read pieces of this I notice things about myself incorporated into it, that were completely unintentional.
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