Part 2 of
Virtual Heartache.... Or Is It?
Cole Turner turned on his computer. He noticed that he had mail almost instantly, which he had a hard time believing, and clicked on the mail box button. He recognized the email address immediatly; Phoebe1329@two2.net. He groaned at the name, knowing it was that aweful girl who had mistaken him for a nice guy.
He shouldn't have clicked on the name. He was a demon and the only reason he had the account was because of his work. Being an A.D.A required alot of communication. He had no friends and no family and he liked it that way. Nevertheless, he clicked the blue font and laughed at her letter. He wrote back immediatly, trying to rid the pest once and for all. He shouldv'e known that she was going to write back.
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To: Phoebe1329@two2.net
From: Cole114@daw.net
Subject: Not the freak.... Then who is?
Dear Phoebe1329,
Our accusations of each other being a freak is quite amusing. I must say, it's been a while since I've laughed for even a minute. But as I keep saying, and keep trying to tell you, I am not the kind stranger that you won't. In fact, if you knew anything about me then you wouldn't want to know me. Or get to know me. So it's really quite useless to keep emailing me.
Sorry, but laughing,
Cole114
Phoebe read the message, not sure if she really did want to know him now. She set to work on her response immdiatly.
To: Cole114@daw.net
From: Phoebe1329@two2.net
Subject: If you aren't wanting a friend....
Dear Cole114,
If you don't want a friend, then why do you keep emailing me back? I think that you enjoy our friendly banter and that it would be a shame for us to stop talking. Admit it, you would miss the match for your witt. Of course, that's asuming that no one at your work can come up with the rather amusing topics for you two to talk about. (Two to- two2...lol)
So anyway.... I'm sorry if you find me and my letters annoying, but you must want me as a friend if you keep writing back. Of course, you could just be trying to be nice by telling me this, but then again you "are not a kind stranger", or so you say. I think that you do want someone to complain to but you don't want to admit it. But again, not my place to say anything.
My letters seem to keep getting shorter and shorter, but not much witt can be crammed into telling you that you say I'm the reason why we keep talking when really it's you who emailed me back after the last letter. But then again, I'm sure that you will have something to say so I predict another letter in my inbox kind of soon....
Bye for now,
Phoebe1329
She hit the 'send' button and then proceeded to work on her term paper. The click- clacking in the room was interupted by the sound of Phoebe's oldest sister's voice. Prue hadn't even knocked when she came in, yet there she was.
"Hey, Pheebs. Are you going to P3 tonight?", she asked calmly.
"You know I am. Why?"
"Well, I'm on my way over there myself so why don't I bring you? Maybe you could tell me why you have been so distant lately.... And in turn I could tell you how what I am getting Piper and Leo for their rudabega." She laughed at Phoebe's expression, but stopped as she agreed. Prue left the room in a hurry, getting ready for the night.
Virtual Heartache.... Or Is It?
Cole Turner turned on his computer. He noticed that he had mail almost instantly, which he had a hard time believing, and clicked on the mail box button. He recognized the email address immediatly; Phoebe1329@two2.net. He groaned at the name, knowing it was that aweful girl who had mistaken him for a nice guy.
He shouldn't have clicked on the name. He was a demon and the only reason he had the account was because of his work. Being an A.D.A required alot of communication. He had no friends and no family and he liked it that way. Nevertheless, he clicked the blue font and laughed at her letter. He wrote back immediatly, trying to rid the pest once and for all. He shouldv'e known that she was going to write back.
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To: Phoebe1329@two2.net
From: Cole114@daw.net
Subject: Not the freak.... Then who is?
Dear Phoebe1329,
Our accusations of each other being a freak is quite amusing. I must say, it's been a while since I've laughed for even a minute. But as I keep saying, and keep trying to tell you, I am not the kind stranger that you won't. In fact, if you knew anything about me then you wouldn't want to know me. Or get to know me. So it's really quite useless to keep emailing me.
Sorry, but laughing,
Cole114
Phoebe read the message, not sure if she really did want to know him now. She set to work on her response immdiatly.
To: Cole114@daw.net
From: Phoebe1329@two2.net
Subject: If you aren't wanting a friend....
Dear Cole114,
If you don't want a friend, then why do you keep emailing me back? I think that you enjoy our friendly banter and that it would be a shame for us to stop talking. Admit it, you would miss the match for your witt. Of course, that's asuming that no one at your work can come up with the rather amusing topics for you two to talk about. (Two to- two2...lol)
So anyway.... I'm sorry if you find me and my letters annoying, but you must want me as a friend if you keep writing back. Of course, you could just be trying to be nice by telling me this, but then again you "are not a kind stranger", or so you say. I think that you do want someone to complain to but you don't want to admit it. But again, not my place to say anything.
My letters seem to keep getting shorter and shorter, but not much witt can be crammed into telling you that you say I'm the reason why we keep talking when really it's you who emailed me back after the last letter. But then again, I'm sure that you will have something to say so I predict another letter in my inbox kind of soon....
Bye for now,
Phoebe1329
She hit the 'send' button and then proceeded to work on her term paper. The click- clacking in the room was interupted by the sound of Phoebe's oldest sister's voice. Prue hadn't even knocked when she came in, yet there she was.
"Hey, Pheebs. Are you going to P3 tonight?", she asked calmly.
"You know I am. Why?"
"Well, I'm on my way over there myself so why don't I bring you? Maybe you could tell me why you have been so distant lately.... And in turn I could tell you how what I am getting Piper and Leo for their rudabega." She laughed at Phoebe's expression, but stopped as she agreed. Prue left the room in a hurry, getting ready for the night.