Those Little Pivotal Moments
Full Summary: Life is full of surprises. Even little choices that may seem completely insignificant can, under the right circumstances, change your life. It took only one bad decision for their relationship to fall apart. Maybe the perfect combination of coincidental choices and perfect timing can bring them back together. Channy
First of all, just to let everyone know, this story isn't as angsty as it looks at the beginning. It will turn fluffy soon enough. This was just sowing the seeds for future chapters. Since I saw that really sad episode where Channy broke up, I've been thinking about how they would be feeling and about how long Disney will wait before they let them get together again, and this is what came of it. :)
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"Need someone to talk to? Sign up and anonymously exchange advice with someone else in the same boat!"
She glanced at the internet ad. It almost seemed to be mocking her...the way it blinked...over and over...
"Need someone to talk to?"
It wasn't the first time she had seen it either. Most websites didn't have huge ads like this, but YouTube had just started implementing them, and it was really starting to annoy her.
"Need someone to talk to?"
Of course she did, but admitting that would mean admitting that she was not the happy-go-lucky girl with the perfect life that everyone thought she was. It wasn't as though she didn't have an amazing life, she just felt so lonely sometimes. Her mother wasn't around as often as she used to be. Her brother back in Wisconsin had been slacking off at school lately, so Connie had decided that he needed a firm motherly influence. Believing in Sonny's capability to cope alone, she temporarily moved back to their hometown, and only visited California occasionally. It was at times like this when Sonny used to be able to talk to Chad, but since their break-up, they had gone back to hiding their feelings by fighting again.
So maybe this would be good for her. Maybe it would be healthy to get all those emotions out by finally getting to talk to somebody and maybe she could help someone else in the process.
"Need someone to talk to?"
These internet services are never really reliable though, she tried to reason with herself. Anyone could pretend to be someone else on the internet.
"Need someone to talk to?"
Her hand hovered above the mouse, as she continued the internal debate. All it would take was one little twitch of her finger…CLICK
The first step to helping yourself is admitting you have a problem. She was proud of herself for taking that one first step in the right direction.
A page of brainless questions awaited her when she opened up the window. After answering all the mundane ones like Name, Email, Username, Password, and countless others, she came to questions which were probably meant to be helpful for making a match for her.
"What type of advice are you looking for?"
She honestly didn't know. How could she. She didn't even fully understand what was wrong. In the end, she tried to sort out her thoughts, and though her answer hardly made sense to her, she wrote it down anyways:
It's hard to tell, and that's exactly the problem. Because not knowing is the most frightening thing of all. I have been lonely and depressed, and just need someone who I can confide in, who won't judge me on what I have to say.
After she was finally somewhat content with her answer, she pressed the big button at the bottom of the page.
Terms of Use:
Participants are not allowed to share personal information with one another until after they have spoken via internet for at least 50 hours.
Participants are expected to respect one another's beliefs and opinions.
Participants must agree to a "friend match" before they can be paired together.
"You will be notified via email when a suitable match is found for you."
A new hope had bloomed in her. Maybe she wasn't so alone after all. Maybe someone could help her over her problem. And maybe, just maybe, she could learn to love again.
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Please tell me what you think. This is kind of a new writing style for me. The story's got a bit of a slow start, but I hope to make the story more interesting. Should I continue? I'm not 100% sure yet whether I will or not.
If I get enough of a response I will definitely be motivated to update soon. I've already started the next chapter, and it will be longer than this one for sure.
