Ok. I realize that this is NOT Facebook format...so I apologize. I don't have a Facebook account, so I don't know how it works.

So...I guess you could say this is "my" facebook.

Ok then. Let's get started!

Amy was done watching Jake text and respond to FACEBOOK NOTIFICATIONS of all things, all day long.

She paced back and forth in the kitchen, her bare feet slapping bitterly on the tiled floor. The dishes weren't washed, the counters were cluttered, and the sinks were disgusting.

Lee was holding on to her leg as she walked, screaming, "Up! Up!"

Amy sighed and picked him up. He went for her hair, pulling it and yelling, "Heeeair! Heeeair!"

That seemed to wake Jake from his trance. He suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Amy! I'm so sorry. Do you want me to hold Lee or do the dishes?"

Amy glared at him. "Do the dishes."

"Ok." Jake said. He walked over to the sink, turned on the water, plugged the drain, and dumped in almost a cup of dishsoap.

Amy shook her head, and took Lee to the living room.

They played peek-a-boo until Amy was sick of it. "Honey," she began.

"No! No! No!" Lee shrieked, his chubby little fists beating her mother's breast.

Amy sighed, and said, "No, Lee, its bedtime."

"No!" He shrieked, and began pummeling his mother with his fists again.

Amy had enough. She grabbed his little hands and said gently, "Look, honey, you really need to go to bed. We can play afterwards."

Lee shrieked in protest as Amy picked him up and carried him off to his bedroom.

-39-

Jake didn't notice Lee's screams, or Amy's weary sighs.

He was too engrossed in scrubbing every dish clean, and thinking about Dan's last facebook post.

He had said: So...peeps...hope you don't mind if I marry a non-Cahill, right?

To which Natalie had responded: I mind.

Jake just couldn't understand why Dan didn't realize Natalie liked him...a lot.

Half an hour later, and still just as caught up in his facebook world, he was putting away the last dish and wiping the counter down.

He turned around to see Amy smiling up at him. She reached up and pulled him into a hug. "Thanks, Jake." She mumbled. "I was so tired, and Lee was so crabby."

Jake wrapped his arms around his wife, relishing how her body fit so perfectly into his.

When she finally pulled away, she was smiling, and the weariness seemed to be gone from her body. "Uh, Jake?" She said.

"Huh?" He answered. His mind wandering to...other things.

"I have to go to the store. Lee's almost all out of baby food, and I need more salad."

"Ok." Jake said. "I'll stay here."

Amy nodded. "Thanks. But..." She hesitated. "What do you want for lunch?"

"Um...why are you asking?" Jake asked, confused.

Amy rubbed her eyes. "Because I was going to pick something up. I just don't feel like cooking today."

Jake nodded. "I understand. You get whatever you want, ok?"

Amy nodded.

Jake peered closer at his wife and noticed the weariness in her eyes, and the dark circles under them.

"Amy?" He said. "I want you to stay home and take a nap. We don't really need salad anyway."

"But Lee!" Amy protested. It was obvious that she liked the idea, but just didn't want to give in to it.

"Lee will be fine. You said we're almost out. Not totally out."

"Oh." Amy said. "I'll just go in then." She said.

Jake watched his wife retreat into the bedroom.

They were too young to have a one year old child. They were only 20, and the thought of a son had scared Jake, so he had shied away from helping with the baby.

Amy had done a blunt of the work, and Jake had just recently lost his job.

They were struggling, and both of them knew it.

Jake had unknowingly buried himself in Facebook, and Amy had carried most of the work.

Jake picked up his phone and logged on to his Facebook account. "Hey." He texted. "Is anyone on?"

Within seconds, Dan replied. "Finally. Are you sure you weren't kissing Amy this time? Cuz if you were, I'm coming over. She's too young to have a child...and have to deal with you."

"Right." Jake responded. "First off, it wasn't my fault that Amy got pregnant right away."

Dan didn't say anything, just, "..."

Ian replied in a second. "Right...and isn't it supposed to be the male that initiates everything? You seem to be a lustful man. I'm not believing you for one second. "

Jake glared at the screen. "Whatever." He said.

Dan responded with something totally off topic. "Go to this link." He said.

Jake looked at the link. He clicked on it, and it took him to their own private chat page, so no one could snoop in their conversations.

Dan texted everyone. "To start off, you have to pick your own username. I messaged Natalie about this so she should be joining soon."

Just then, someone named DannyHolic105 said, "Hi."

Dan texted Jake, "Uh...that was fast."

"Yeah," Jake texted back. "No kidding."

Dan didn't respond, so Jake stared at the screen, trying to think of a good username.

Then he got it.

DearIanIGotAmyandYouDidn't says: Uh...hi guys.

(Sorry, I'mNotAGoodWriter, I totally stole your idea to avoid the chatroom format.)

Within seconds, someone responded.

OMG!SheLikesMe? says: Wait...Natalie likes me? And how long have you guys known this?

DearIanIGotAmyandYouDidn't says: Forever Dannyboy.

Dannyholic105 says: Yeah. How could you not know? I made it pretty obvious!

OMG!SheLikesMe changed his name to AmIStupid?

DearJakeIHateYou has logged on.

AmIStupid says: Hey? How come he got a cool log on message to the rest of us?

DearJakeIHateYou says: Because I'm amazing.

Dannyholic105 says: Dear brother? Isn't that name a little extreme? You are, after all, supposed to be almost 21 years old. Don't act like you're 15.

AmIStupid says: Don't worry Ian. If Jake dies, I will gladly give you Amy.

DearIanIGotAmyandYouDidn't says: Hey!

AmIStupid says: What?

DearJakeIHate you changed his username to DearJakeI'mGettingOutMyDartGuns.

DearIanIGotAmyandYouDidn't says: Should I be scared?

Dannyholic105 says: YES!

This was awful guys, so please don't kill me.

I'm so sorry for writing like one of the worst stories out there.

Also, I realize that I just now introduced the concept of them being young adults, because I figured if they were more mature, they probably wouldn't be online all day, ya know?

Well...please review this sucky story.

Oh, and I'mNotAGoodWriter, the format I'm using above was your idea...so please don't get mad or anything.

All credit goes to her for giving me this idea for the format.