I've been talking to this hot guy on the internet, my mother always told me not to talk to strange people or people that you don't know, let's just say that i never heeded to those warnings.

He lives in about the same area that I did, just outside of Seattle. He has been wanting to meet me and the feelings were mutual, so we agreed to meet at the local park at 10:30 on Wednesday. We had to meet up so late because i had to sneak out. I was 16 but could pass for 20, and because of that my mother was very overprotective of me.

Eric, the guy who i was sneaking out to see, was 19 but he could pass for 23 easily.

Tonight was the night that i would finally meet Eric, the charming, sophisticated, most amazing guy that i had ever talked to, ever, and i instantly fell for him.

It was 8:30 and i was antsy, nervous and most of all excited to finally meet this amazing guy who i had been talking to online for just a little over a month, he was very evasive but loved to hear about my life, my thoughts, he loved to hear me talk about my day, the adventures of high school. I asked him why he didn't know about high school and he told me that he had been home schooled all his life and he was now taking courses online to become a physical therapist.

I barely even knew this guy but i was head over heels for him. I didn't know why he was so interested in my, my pictures on my myspace looked horrible to me, but for some odd reason he found me attractive. he always waited, very impatiently, for me to post new pictures. He only had one picture on his myspace and he was godly. I just wondered why a beautiful human like him would be interested in me.

I was pale with tons of freckles. My hair was something of its own it was long, past my ass and it was dark blonde, red, black, dark brown, light brown and bleach blonde highlights framing my face, and the best part about it was that it was all natural. Eric called it sexy, I called it a horror flick.

He always made me feel good about myself, even after a shitty day at school, he made everything better.

It was 10:00 now, my alcoholic mother was passed out in bed with yet another random guy. I wondered it she even knew this one's name... probably not.

It wasn't far of a walk, i got there at 10:15 and he was already there, slowly swinging on one of the swings on the swing set.

"Hello, Emilie." He greeted me.

"Hi, Eric."

"How are you today?"

"Fine, thanks, what about you?"