Typed Romance
it's better than the written kind

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Maka really wasn't much of a pencil to paper kind of gal. No, she preferred the keyboard over any fancy fountain pen.

So when her teacher, the crazy stitched up hermit, Mr. Stein announced that they would be paired a pen-pal in another state for a paper due at the end of the semester, Maka could hardly contain her excitement.

"I really don't get you Albarn." Said Liz, one of the few close friends Maka had, "Your love for the computer and crap is really not healthy. I don't understand."

Maka brushed her bangs back, clicking on the internet icon on the library's computer. She looked up to her friend Liz, who was standing right next to her texting. She smiled a bit at the school and then focused back at the computer.

"Well, I don't understand your love for the phone. And I'm pretty sure that texting all night and day isn't really healthy either."

Liz gave Maka a look of disbelief, "Pleeeeease Maka girl, texting is like, my life. Without it, I just don't know what I would do in my classes or when my parents are talking to me."

Maka shook her head slightly, "No Liz, I don't know what you would do either." She mumbled slightly.

Liz sighed and shut her phone with a snap! Placing a hand on her small friends head she said "Well my boyfriend wants me to go have lunch with him so…" Liz rolled her eyes and then looked at Maka.

"Yeah it's cool. I have this project to work on anyways." Maka showed her friend a paper with her directions typed on it. "Go have fun with your boy toy."

Liz smiled and walked away with a thanks and a wave. Once she left Maka went back to her computer, going to the website and making herself an account.

Her assigned partner was a boy all the way in New York. Maka hoped he didn't mind having to talk to a girl from a small city in Nevada.

Maka sent him a note about who she was and a friendly hello, typing away with her eyes glued to her screen.

She was so getting an A on this. Not only did it not involve the computer (her precious) but it also involved communicating, online.

Which ment no face-to-face, no eye contact, nothing but good old screen and typed letters, Maka smiled.

Mwahaha.

Soul opened up the internet on his laptop. This project he had to do for school was going to be a total pain in the neck. It was going to take so much free time out of his life.

He sighed. Why again was he doing this? Why exactly had the school's curriculum require that he write an 800 word paper about his pen-pal and the life the lead in the other state?

Oh, he could feel the boredom and dread hanging in the air.

Once he got to the website, he created an account and waited. Now what? A pop was heard and Soul looked at his screen. In the top webpage bar next to his account name laid a +1 that was over a little message icon.

Sighing dramatically into the palm of his hand, Soul used the other one to click on the pop up.

Oh joy, he thought to himself, this project is going to be tons upon pillars of fun…with this chick…Maka.

Hi, my name's Maka.
I live in a small town in the state of Nevada.
It's nice to have you as a pen-pal Soul.
Let's make the most out of this project!
Maka A. Albarn.

Soul could barely contain his excitement over this project.

Boo hoo hoo.

This story seems like a joke to me. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.