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The past week and a half, I have been talking to SecretlyPoetic, for hours on end. We talk about everything, our feelings, our thoughts, and what we think about life in general. I had tried to figure out who it was, but I was having a lot of trouble. I knew it wouldn't be any of the jocks, so I could happily say that I was not talking to Edward Cullen. Maybe it was one of the artsy boys, from the drama club. I don't know, but I was going crazy over thinking about it.
"Bells, are you going to have dinner?" Charlie called from downstairs. It was the third day of the week that I had not made dinner. We had been having leftovers from the Chinese food we had ordered a few days before.
"Yes, dad, sorry, I'm doing homework." I yelled back, as I got back to our chat.
IntelligentBrunette: So, what happened after that??
SecretlyPoetic: Well, my brother threw rocks from the second floor
SecretlyPoetic: And they landed in the porcelain vase in the middle of the table
IntelligentBrunette: Wow, that's really funny!
IntelligentBrunette: Your brother sounds like quite the troublemaker.
SecretlyPoetic: Yeah, he also goes to this school.
IntelligentBrunette: Oh, yeah, you told me that before. You have a sister as well, don't you?
SecretlyPoetic: Yes, I sure do. And she is…well, what's a good word…crazy?
IntelligentBrunette: Why can't I figure out who you are?
SecretlyPoetic: I'm happy you can't
SecretlyPoetic: Because, I want to figure out who you are first
IntelligentBrunette: Oh really now.
IntelligentBrunette: We'll see about that.
SecretlyPoetic: What do I win when I guess first?
IntelligentBrunette: I don't know, what do you want?
SecretlyPoetic: I don't know…
SecretlyPoetic: Hmm….oh, I know.
SecretlyPoetic: I want a kiss.
IntelligentBrunette: a kiss? Even though we don't know each other?
SecretlyPoetic: well, if I guess who you are, it's not like we won't NOT know each other, you know what I mean?
IntelligentBrunette: Oh, okaaaay sure whatever you say.
IntelligentBrunette: Lol, hey listen, I have to go eat dinner, but I'll see you in school. Maybe?
SecretlyPoetic: Probably So.
SecretlyPoetic: I don't think I will be online when you will be back, though.
IntelligentBrunette: Oh, okay, well then…goodnight.
SecretlyPoetic: Sweet Dreams, lovely IntelligentBrunette, and many sweet kisses as well.
IntelligentBrunette: -blushes- thank you. Sweet dreams to you too…
I signed off before any other contact would be made. Was he telling the truth with wanting kisses, or was he just a good flirt? My heart began to flutter every time I talked to him. I was so anxious to find out who he was, but it was really hard to tell, since I really didn't know everyone in school well.
I went downstairs to have dinner with Charlie, as we sat down at the dinner table and began to eat out of the Chinese take-out boxes. The vegetable Lo Mien tasted delicious.
"So, how is this pen pal thing going?" Charlie asked me, "You seem to be passing all your time on your new laptop. Are you getting any of your work done?"
"Yes, dad," I answered him, "Me and him work on it together. We have all the same classes. Not with each other, but the same teachers and assignments and stuff." I took another bite of Lo Mien in between my chop sticks, and plopped it into my mouth.
"Who is this boy? I need to make sure he isn't a troublemaker. I don't want my daughter talking to someone like that." He said in a serious tone.
"Daddy, he is extremely artsy and poetic, and athletic at the same time. He is on the football team. He is smart as well. So many words to describe him with, but you should know that he is…amazing." I gushed out to my dad. He looked at me wide eyed.
"Are you and this boy getting serious? Bella, you haven't even met him…" Charlie began to raise his voice.
"No, dad, it's not like that! I don't like him, like him. He's just a really cool person. And who knows, what if I really do know him? You can't tell me who I can and can't talk to." I raised my voice as well. I was beginning to get frustrated. Was he serious? This was the first time I had actually gotten very much angry at Charlie.
"Don't talk to me like that, young lady, or I might just take your laptop away." I flinched back from his words.
"Fine, fine!" I got up from the chair, and threw the empty Chinese take-out box in the trash, "I'm going upstairs. Thanks for the dinner." My sarcasm was evident in my voice.
I ran up the stairs, surprisingly not tripping while going up, and slammed the door to my room shut. What was with Charlie? I was extremely annoyed. I sat down on my bed, not too hard though, since my laptop was still placed on it. I saw an orange flashing light at the bottom of the screen. I clicked on it.
SecretlyPoetic: Okay, so, I've come back. I can't help but want to talk to you some more.
IntelligentBrunette: Awe, aren't you cute? I'm glad you're back. I just got into a fight with my dad. He doesn't want me to fall for you more than I have.
IntelligentBrunette: I mean….whoops.
SecretlyPoetic: Fall for me?
IntelligentBrunette: That is a wonderful song by Secondhand Serenade, don't you think?
SecretlyPoetic: Huh….how does it go?
IntelligentBrunette: "Tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again, don't make me change my mind; for I won't live to see another day, I swear it's true; because a girl like you is impossible to find, you're impossible to find."
SecretlyPoetic: That's beautiful. I think it somewhat describes my feelings.
IntelligentBrunette: Oh, really? So…you've got a crush?
SecretlyPoetic: Yes, want to read something I wrote?
IntelligentBrunette: Sure!
SecretlyPoetic: "Do you ever think, when you're all alone? All that we can be, where this thing can do? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it really just another crush?
SecretlyPoetic: "Do you catch a breath, when I look at you? Are you holding back, like the way I do, cause I've tried and tried to walk away, but I know this crush ain't going away…."
IntelligentBrunette: That was really good(:
SecretlyPoetic: Thank you(:
SecretlyPoetic: Okay, okay…I lied. I didn't write it. It's the chorus to "Crush" by David Archuleta. He has an amazing voice for a teenager.
IntelligentBrunette: Oh, I haven't heard of him, I'll check out that song.
SecretlyPoetic: It will be our song (:
IntelligentBrunette: Oh?
SecretlyPoetic: Yes(:
IntelligentBrunette: Haha, -blushes - oh okay then.
SecretlyPoetic: I just have this feeling…in my heart, that…you are this, amazing, beautiful girl that, just needs to be loved.
IntelligentBrunette: Huh? Maybe…I don't know…
SecretlyPoetic: Seriously, I think I -
SecretlyPoetic has signed off due to connection problems.
Damn, his connection caused him to sign off. But what was he going to write? What did he think? Ah, all these questions were giving me a headache.
Here's chapter two!
Sorry it's not too long, but I hope you all enjoy this.
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