The first time Lorcan Furey had used the internet, it had been total chaos.
Grace Temptest had tried to maintain her boyfriend's frustration, but she could barely maintain her laughter.
He'd pounded on the keyboard, his Irish accent yelling out insults to the screen (later, Grace had teased him about how it was totally logical to threaten a keyboard into a sword-fighting contest).
Heh, Lorcan was good at many things. Understanding a computer? No.
"Lorcan! It's just a computer! Calm down," Grace had told him.
"It's an Apple computer," Lorcan had corrected, "And you said it was the most expensive one back in it's time. Therefore, I should be able to use it!"
Grace had giggled, then. How could she make her vampire boyfriend understand that he'd lived in the age of horse-drawn carriages and heavy clothing, and this bad existed... quite after that era?
The teenager simply would not take "no" for an answer.
She loved him, for that. Grace loved her stubborn, peaceful, handsome, Irish, loveable boyfriend. A lot.
And, honestly, he was hot; even while cursing at a computer.
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Da end. I was bored x) okay bye.