Chapter One:
The scotsman sighed as he stared at the blank computer screen in front of his eyes. "What the hell am I doing?" Drostan posed the question as if there was an actual person in the room, which there was not. Just air. He stretched in his chair once then pulled up a web browser. Gnawing on his lower lip in contemplation, the male slowly started typing in the google search box 'Meeting Friends'. Yeah, he officially did it. He has become the lowest of the low. Sighing softly, he took out a cigarette before finally clicking on the first website on the list. 'Friendsy' It says. Stupid name, yet he begins on making an account anyway.

Name

Drostan McCallistair Kirkland

Date of Birth

January 12th, 1990

Location

Edinburgh, Scotland

Email Address

McCallistairD12

Password

Confirm Password

About you:

Hello, I guess if you are reading this you have found me on this website and already know my name.../Typing

"This is stupid," he muttered, yet no sound was very audible. When finished, the Scot stood from his desk and wandered into the kitchen, burning butt of the cigarette still in hand. Drostan put the small bit into an ashtray, took out his tea pot and boiled water for a ramen (No, this cheap noodle product is not just in America). After pouring the scalding water into the styrofoam cup, the Scot wandered back into the room housing his computer. He glanced at the screen to find a little icon telling him that he had a message. How amusing, "Popular already, aren't you, Drostan." He chuckled softly, he hadn't even finished the creation of his profile yet.

Francis: Bonjour! I see you are new, let me introduce myself. I am Francis. I like to think of myself as the person who warmly welcomes any new users to the site. So, yes, Hello! Please, consider me your first friend made on this site and feel free to add anyone you find interesting. If you have any questions, I will be happy to answer them! I may not be the owner of this site, but I think I know my way around.

Huh. Already. Well, might as well respond, yes?

You: Errr... Hello. So, what am I supposed to do on this site? I mean, I know that it's in place to make friends and such, but...

Francis is typing...

Francis: Well, it seems as though you have answered your own question. If you are curious about how to make friends though, you can always go to one of the friends that you have already made and add the friends on their list, or you can enter some interests into your like box and the site will automatically connect you to a page of people with similar interests.

You: Ah, well thanks...

Francis: So, since I am you first friend, (I am assuming), would it be okay if I talked to you regularly?

You: Sure, why not?

Francis: Ah~ Good. There are a lot of people who say no... Which makes me sad. Well~ Welcome.

You: Haha... Yeah...

Francis: You seem kind of... Tense? I don't know. Just not very... never mind... So, what can you tell me about yourself? How about every fact you give me, I will respond with a fact from myself.

You: Er, okay. Well, My name is Drostan... I live in Scotland...

Francis: Let's try to move away from the stuff I've already read?

You: Heh, well okay... I have four brothers and no sisters, I live alone, except for a cat, Sir Pounce A Lot (Please don't judge the name, he has been around since I was twelve. He's an ancient cat.)

Francis: Wow, four? That's nice, I am a single child, but I have an overabundance of cousins. I love the name of your cat too, so he's a Knight? Ohnhonhon~ Don't worry, I'm just teasing.

Well, this guy has a weird sense of humor, almost stuffy. But nice.

You: Well, I think it is pretty hard to make a cat a knight when no more exist...

Francis: My turn? I too have a cat, she is very... Well, I don't know how to describe her... Her name is Louisa. Perhaps our feline friends should have a playdate together, oui?~

You: Maybe...

Francis: Awww, you think I am a creeper, don't you? I'm sorry...

You: No, it's fine...

You: It's just...

You: Never mind.

Francis: Well... Alright then... If you ever want to talk about whatever it is that is concerning you, please, feel free to talk to me. :)

You: Uh, alright...

Francis: Oh! Would you look at the time! It seems that I have to go. Just message me any time you want to talk again! Au revoir, mon ami!

You: Yeah, Bye...

The Scotsman smiled softly, then glanced at the lower left corner of the computer and quirked a brow. An hour... Huh. It only seemed a few minutes. Sighing softly, he closed his eyes and laid back on the floor, yawning a bit. After staring at the ceiling a few more minutes, he crawled over to his bed, rolled into it, then closed his eyes.