Just a heads up. This is a new story I decided I would work on, since, my other stories are boring me. I based this around Ryder and his online relationship with Katie, and a theory I had that could work. The warnings are as you would expect, especially in later chapters. Mature themes, sexual references, violence, bad language. The may be smut.
A day at school is treated and responded based on the amount of effort you put into it. So, it was no surprise that when you pay full attention, not only does the day go by quicker, it also teaches you more. However, there is also no surprise that when a teenage boy is day-dreaming about getting home and going on his computer, that the day went slowly for him.
Nonetheless, the first thing that Ryder Lynn did when he got home was open his albeit old laptop. The anticipation built up on his fingertips as he frantically logged on, and connected to the internet. He kept refreshing the page to try and speed up the connection process. The fact that his family maybe couldn't afford fast Wi-Fi or connection was not about to stop him.
Slouching in his chair, he hummed, tapped and sighed until the page he so desired, Facebook, would open.
Over the past few days, weeks even, he had been messaging a girl who he presumed was his age called Katie. The conversations were trivial, but, the relationship built up as a result of the common interests that they shared. Every time Ryder suggested a song or food item he liked, Katie, his new love-interest liked the same item or track.
"Finally!" Ryder said aloud, unwillingly. He had connected to Facebook. He found that his love was online, and with lightning fast speed, the reel of text revealed all of the messages that Ryder and Katie had sent one-another over the month. Some of the messages were casual, some flirty, and others were supportive. They spoke to each other as if they were already an age-old couple.
Ryder typed into the text-box with speed, not caring at all about hid dyslexia.
"Hey babe, I missed u. Wot u bin up to?" he asked, wincing at the spelling mistakes he knew he made.
"Baby, it's only been a day, how can you miss me already?" pinged the reply, which Ryder struggled, but ended up reading to himself. He spelled the words aloud if he couldn't work out what they are.
"I know. I just cant stop thinkin abowt u!" he responded quickly, forgetting again to spell-check.
"Me either. I've got your picture on your phone. I look at you whenever I miss you" Ryder read aloud from the message, probably because reading it in his head wasn't working too well.
"Thats a smart idea. Ur so cleva Katie" he said back, eagerly drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited to type again.
"I might be smart, but, you're funny, hot and just as smart. I love you babe!" she typed back a few moments later.
From there, no messages were exchanged for a few minutes, so, Ryder sighed and relaxed into the chair. He was happy. Since he joined school, he hadn't been in a place of happiness or comfort. From a rivalry over a girl who he never got, to finding out that he had dyslexia, a disorder that would affect the way he thought for the rest of his life. None of the moments were particularly bright for him, so, finding some joy from a person or object was enough for him, even if it was a simple cross-internet relationship.
He undid his jacket by means of pulling down his zip, and kicked off his shoes, something he neglected to do as he came into the house because of his excitement.
Then, silence. He watched the screen, then the clock, then the wall, then the screen again. Without spending his time messaging Katie, his time was worthless. About twenty or so minutes later (which felt like a lifetime to Ryder) a familiar pinging sound came from the laptop.
With an unmatchable speed, he struggled to an upright position, sighed and checked the message. It was from Katie. "Yes!" he said aloud. He read it:
"Can you send me another shirtless picture, hottie?" she asked. Ryder had done this before; he didn't mind.
Simply scrolling to his images folder, finding one of the spare from the McKinley Calendar-shoot (a picture of a shirtless "Sexy Uncle Sam" in a top hat and tight shorts) he sent it to Katie.
"I would do anything to make you happy. ANYTHING!" he told himself as the message went through. Commitment was a new concept to Ryder, and, even if a relationship doesn't normally involve sending shirtless pictures to a person you haven't yet met, Ryder was ready to challenge anybody who told him he was doing wrong.
"I luv u!" he messaged.
As the message pinged on Facebook, the receiver clicked on the image, and it expanded. A shirtless teenager appeared on the screen.
Ryder was about sixteen years old, and had a perfect body of a twenty year old. His abs were chiseled and his pecks were primed. He had glossy brown hair, a face of a boy who clearly moisturized to keep himself in good condition, and patriotic America short-shorts that seemed albeit tight.
Dragging the image into a download folder, "Katie" was reminded of all the other shirtless images Ryder had sent. There was about fifteen or sixteen of them all named and numbered appropriately. Saving this image was nothing new.
"I love you too, Ryder" spoke the gruff tone of a man. Not a teenager girl hopelessly in love, but a man, who spoke in the cruel and sinister way any man of his "profession" spoke. He wasn't trying to have a high-school relationship with Ryder; he was trying to groom him.
Eesh. What did you think? I hope that this is a good idea/start to a story. Any suggestions or feedback would be greatly appreciated.