This chapter has a IM conversation, but because of the rules, you'll have to read it on my site.
Clicky, clicky, click…BANG!
"Frodo, what are you doing?" Rosie stood in the parlor's doorway. She had her apron on and she had obviously been interrupted from her cooking.
"I am sorry, Rosie, but you won't believe how many words Microsoft Word does not except! They don't even except 'hobbits' half the time." Frodo was wearing on of Rosie's hair pins to keep his hair back. His eyes were red from lack of sleep and he held a large cup of tea.
"That's no excuse for bangin' on your computer like that. Now be quiet or I'll send you outside!"
Frodo nodded and turned back to his laptop. After reading so many stories on the Internet, Frodo was compelled to write his own. But what to write? Oddly enough, he was addicted to slash.
"I'm not homosexual. I know I'm not. But I can't stop reading it!"
He enjoyed reading stories of himself alone in weird places being friendly with… himself. He liked Monaboyd, though he couldn't read fics of his cousins without thinking that Merry was behind him, or that Pippin was going to cut his DSL line. Frodo once was midway into a story about Sam and he screamed when Sam asked him what he was doing.
"I'm doing NOTHING! Go away!"
It reminded him of the time Rosie caught him looking at porn.
"I'm looking at NOTHING! Pippin showed it to me; just go away!"
Frodo huddled himself in the corner in a huge armchair. He made sure no one could look at his computer screen and he glared when someone came close. He especially didn't want anyone to read his story unfinished. No, wait. He especially didn't want anyone who wasn't a stranger on the Internet to read his story finished or not.
"They really should make an edition of Word for Middle-earth," Frodo thought as he continued typing.
Dominic opened his eyes. On top of him was Billy; his arms wrapped around him protectively. Billy was wheezing lightly and he had a small smile on his lips. Dominic pushed back his partner's now long hair and whispered, "Billy, it's time to wake up."
Billy wined in protest and held on tighter to Dom. Grinning, Dominic kissed Billy's head.
"Come on, Bills. I think there is pizza left over from last night."
"We did something besides fuck last night?" Billy muttered. He sat up and blinked sleepily at Dominic.
Dom laughed. "We don't have to eat right now you know?"
"I know." Billy kissed-
"Frodo?"
"Yes, Sam?"
"Could you help me with somethin' on the computer?" Frodo nodded and closed his laptop. He fallowed Sam into the library where the family PC was.
"I need help with this." Sam pointed to the screen. It was LiveJournal.
"I didn't know you were a member, Sam!" Frodo grinned.
"I joined today. I need help customizing it."
For the next hour or so, Sam's layout was not longer in the default one, but a nice green with a yellow design in the back. Frodo explained all of the basics and common HTML tags.
"What's your name, Frodo? I thought I'd add you."
If he gave Sam his name, he'd see his fanfics, and then he'd know that he actually enjoyed slash. "It's red underscore drigon. But, be warned there might be some things in my journal that you might not like."
"Like what?"
"N-nothing." Frodo smiled. He would just post his stories in communities instead of his journal. Safe enough. And that he did. Frodo posted to communities such as Under the Kilt (for Billy fanatasies) and DOMinated Boyd (for the obvious) and Secretly Slash (for secret slashing).
Not only did Frodo get a lot of action in his journal, pun intended, but his cousins as well for being the BNF's Living Friends.
"Frodo," Pippin said one Sunday. "People in your journal think I am a girl!"
"Why is that?" Frodo looked at the phone in an odd manner.
"You're male right?" Cruntching sounds came after that; it was brunch.
"Last time I checked, yes. "
"All of these girls seem to think you fancy lads and that Merry and I are your lesbian girl friends with whom you go shopping with."
"WHAT? I like lasses! I know I do! I always have! Why do they think I am a gay hobbit?"
"They think you're a gay human from Earth living in a place called Seatlle."
Frodo was awestuck. Him? A human? And gay? No!
"And I said to HobbitChick, 'Why do you think we're girls?' and she said, "Duh, your names are Merry and Pervinca', and I said, "No, my sister is Pervinca. I'm Pippin," and she said, "Well, I've heard of this Elgato gal whose name is Merry and she's a girl'. She just wouldn't listen. "
"When did this happen?"
"On instant messenging fifteen minutes ago."
"Well tell her that I like GIRLS!"
Rosie stopped dusting in the hallway. She looked for a moment, shook her head, and continued with her work.
"Rosie, did Frodo just say that he likes girls?" Sam had a bit of toast in his hand. He had apparently come from the kitchen.
"Yes, he did. Now, go in there and make him be quiet before he wakes Elanor! I have work to do!"
Sam sat down next to Frodo on the sofa perplexed. Frodo continued to yell into the phone, saying things like" I do not like to sew!" and "Yes, I told you I like that part of the body!" until he slammed it on the floor and shouted, "Bye, Pippin!" before putting the phone on its receiver.
He stood and said, "Well, Sam, I have some news for you."
"What is that, Frodo?"
"I am bisexual. I think I'll go for a walk. Bye, Sam." He walked out of the room and straight to the garden path, leaving Sam dropping his toast into the floor.