'Yeah. About that.' Kevin's fingers wanted to type what he wanted to say, but he couldn't let himself.

'Uh huh?? So where bout's do you live?' 'Arcadia.' 'I know. but..' 'Arcadia. That's all I'm saying.' 'Geez, What's the deal?'

'Look. I still don't know if you are sure I'm the one you want to talk to.It's like.you're hiding something.something that hurts you..'

He was stuck; he didn't know what to do, this girl seemed so genuine, so nice, he was going to tell her.

'Well, before I moved here, to Arcadia.. well I moved to arcadia because my dad, he got relocated, I got in to this car accident. I used to be this jock, popular and all.I mean-yeah, I graduated.I just, got in to a car with a drunk friend.I can't walk anymore.' There was silence on his end, no typing, no nothing.just him staring at the screen, waiting for a message.

'Oh.Well, That's okay. I mean; At least I think it is. Nothing changes, I don't think any less, or, Heh, any more of you. You are a really nice guy.just.really misunderstood.'

He was a little shocked, usually most people would be scared of him, or pressure him in to answering a million questions. This girl cared, but she didn't. She was interested in his genuine being.

'.thanks. I appreciate it. oh. and yeah, I have a picture' He clicked around on his computer until he found the perfect picture. The picture on his dad's mug. He sent it to her, 'i'm the one on the left.'

Silence again.

'that's..you?'

He was scared.

'..yeah.'

'Oh my god.you..you are so.good looking!'

He smiled a little bit. Finally, someone told him. He missed praise like that.

'really. Wow.'