Title: Seen
Summary: If only he could bother glancing at her messages. AU.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
In which the characters assume the everyday life of high school students, and are indulged in a modern-day social networking site – Facebook.
001.
She looked at the digital clock on her bedside table. The numbers 11:26 were flashed in neon green color.
"Hm, maybe I can spend a few minutes before going to bed." She mused aloud, shifting in order to retrieve a shiny silver laptop from a bag that was propped up against the side of her bed.
She turned it on before placing it on the farther end of the bed, giving her space to lie down on her stomach. The familiar glow of her laptop's screen illuminated the dark room.
Without a second thought, she immediately opened her browser and opened up a site that almost everyone at school was addicted to.
The familiar structure filled her screen and she smiled, glancing at the side bar, skimming down the list of people. Her gaze stopped on a familiar name.
Spotting the bright green dot next to the name, she contemplated on whether she should message him or not.
Yes, it's a boy.
She couldn't believe it herself, too. If Mira knew about this, she'll never hear the end of it.
That and the probability that she'll be left hanging.
But she decided to risk it anyway. She'll just make sure that the white-haired matchmaker won't know a thing about it.
She clicked on his name and the chat box popped up. Her fingers swiftly glided across the keyboard, typing up a quick message before pressing 'send'.
Seeing that her message had been sent, she spent a few moments thinking if she should wait for his response or log out.
The latter sounded better.
Besides, she found it a bit embarrassing.
Her only interactions with boys (excluding her male friends) had been limited, due to the fear that they might end up dead meat (courtesy of her ever protective friends), or they might end up as a potential love interest (courtesy of Mira).
She shook her head, heat creeping up on her face.
Why was she acting this way, she didn't know.
Sighing, she shut her laptop and neatly putting it away. She then lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
She could be sleeping right now, but for some reason, she couldn't.
(She knows she'll regret not sleeping early the next day.)
A/N:
So yeah, this idea struck me a long time ago. It actually came when I was having a group chat with my former classmates and somehow, almost every message sent there only ends up with a seen thread.
Ideas/Suggestions/Comments? Review box is always welcome for your thoughts (:
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