Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight related. The email addresses, chat room names, and anything else are fake also. This is strictly fiction…hence the fiction in fanfiction.

A/N: Haha! By the way, I was listening to the best of Beethoven while writing this – mainly Ode to Joy and Fur Elise.

Chapter 1: Chinese Takeout and Baby Clothes (BPOV)

I am bored. No, that is an understatement. I am to the point of death. Please, God! Give me something to do! Take my word for it, sitting in a hospital room for the past three days has been hell on earth. I mean, couldn't they just give me the treatment and send me home? It's not like I haven't been dealing with leukemia since I was fourteen. And that was nine years ago, for crying out loud!

Just as I thought that, I heard a familiar beep coming from my iphone signaling me to an email. Happy to have something to do, I snatched up my phone from the little bedside table and checked my email. It was from my best friend Alice. It read:

Hey Bells!

I know you're bored so I thought I'd send this to you. It's a link to a chat room thingy that Jasper found last night when he was messing around on the computer. I went to it and there's like everyone from everywhere there. Check it out!

Love ya!

Ali

P.S. My screen name is pixie101 and Jazz's is psycho360.

I closed my email and opened up the Internet. I copy and pasted the link into the address box at the top and waited for the page to load. Once it did I registered on the site. I uploaded a picture of me for my profile – one of me before the chemo took my hair away and I had to start wearing wigs. Then, I created my screen name.

What should it be? It has to be something that kind of hints to something about me. Like Alice's is pixie101 because she's only 4'8" but is one of the most outgoing people you could ever meet. And Jasper's, Ali's hubby, is psycho360 because he has a doctorates degree in psychology. Mine has to be something special.

I thought about it for a moment and then typed klutz913 into the little box. It fit me because I am the clumsiest person I have ever met – and I don't try to be! It just happens! – and 913 is my birthday.

I submitted my screen name and entered the chat room.

klutz913 has entered the chat room

I realized this was an open chat room where everyone could see your posts. But there was also a private chat as an option.

tootsie123: hi all!! :P wats happinin?!!

Oh dear God! Just from that one post alone I can already tell I don't like this tootsie123.

newbie: hi toots. not much is goin on here. how bout u?

These two continued to blab on about nothing. They were obviously flirting and it was kind of sickening. Then someone sent me a private chat request. I accepted it.

Private Chat

pianoman: Hello.

klutz913: Hi. How are you?

pianoman: I'm fine. But I'm getting tired of these other two kids in here. lol

klutz913: Yeah, I know what you mean…wait, are you a kid?

pianoman: lol no, I'm 23. How about you?

klutz913: lol I'm 23, too.

pianoman: Cool. So where are you from?...if you don't mind me asking.

klutz913: I'm from Chicago. What about you?

pianoman: lol really? I'm from Chicago, too.

klutz913: Wow! What a coincidence.

pianoman: Yeah, it is.

This pianoman and I continued to talk for a little while longer. I found out he's lived in Chicago his whole life, like me. He mentioned he works for an advertising company. When he asked what I did I just told him I used to work for a newspaper as a journalist. What I didn't mention is that I had to quit when my leukemia became too much of a hassle and I would miss lots of work. I didn't mention my leukemia at all because I didn't want sympathy points from him. I get that from enough people as it is.

Eventually he said he had to go. Before we said goodbye, he sent me a buddy request. I accepted it with a smile.

I didn't realize it was already four in the afternoon. Alice would be here any minute. She always drops by after her shift. She's a nurse in the maternity ward. I think she only got that job so she could dress the little babies in their outfits. Alice is a sucker for designer clothes.

Right on cue, I heard Alice open the door to my room. She walked in carrying a bag.

"Chinese takeout, anyone?" She waved the bag in the air.

"Oh, Alice. Only you knows that they way to my heart is through an eggroll." I batted my eyelashes. We both laughed.

After we situated ourselves on my bed, each with a box of rice, some sesame chicken, and an eggroll, we began to chat.

"So, did you check out that chat room link I sent you?" Alice asked as she tried to figure out how to use her chopsticks.

"Yeah. It's pretty cool. Me and this guy called pianoman chatted for a while." I didn't mention that we chatted for over three hours.

"What did you talk about?" Alice was just waiting for gossip.

"Nothing really. He's 23, from Chicago and works for an advertising firm and his favorite color is brown." I chuckled. "There's not much else." Actually, there was lots else but I didn't want to seem like I knew a whole lot about this guy.

"Bella!" Alice squealed.

"What?" I said.

"We're in Chicago! And he's from Chicago!" She was bouncing in her seat.

"Yeah, so?" I was confused. But if I knew Alice, and I did, there was something crazy coming up next.

"You could do that whole blind-date thing!"

"No! I mean, I've only talked to him one time. And who's to say he's not married or some shit?" I asked as I stuffed my mouth with rice.

"Yeah, because a 23 year old guy who's married spends all his time in a chat room instead of banging his wife." She rolled her eyes like it was obvious that he wasn't married.

"Alice, not everyone has the perfect marriage like you and Jasper do." I laughed.

She pouted. "Well, I guess you'll just have to ask this guy if he's single."

"I can't just bring up the topic of relationships. That's kind of stalkerish, Ali."

She threw away her Chinese takeout trash and crossed her arms. "Fine. Tomorrow, I'm coming up here since it's my day off. We'll go back to that chat room as ask him."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. I doubt he'll be online anyway." But I secretly hoped he would be.

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~Kelli