Chapter 3
Her fingers went furiously over the keyboard. It was hard to believe but it was now, now when she was trying to find the identity of a certain Michael Vaughn, that she felt like a real spy.
Search: People Location: Los Angeles, California *It was safe enough to assume he lived in LA right? I mean, what kind of person would go to another city to shop for wood? God. . . this is actually hard. * Name: Michael Vaughn Results: 12
Oh Lord. There were 12 Michael Vaughns in LA??? Wow. . . if they were all as hot as the one she had met, God had done a very commendable job indeed. She glanced down the list. Of all the Michael Vaughns, one caught her eye more than the others. He was labeled as "classified". She grinned. Was he some ax-carrying maniac murderer kept in one of the containment cells of the CIA? Or maybe he was an alter ego for someone she knew. Devlin? Haha. . . not she wouldn't even think about that. The Michael Vaughn she had met and Devlin didn't even compare.
It was then that she started feeling incredibly foolish. What was she doing? How was she "saving the world" by looking up prospective boyfriends? But. . . it was so much fun to be bad. Not that she was bad. Not that bad, anyway. But she did enjoy the slightly guilty feeling and the anxiety that came from worrying if someone were to come by, look over her shoulder, and demand to know what she was doing.
Footsteps coming around the corner made her realize how dangerously close she was to having her so-called "imaginary" situation come true. She jumped, quickly clicked the "X" at the top right-hand corner and exited the computer room with her head pointing down towards the floor.
Suddenly she felt herself running into a solid body. "Hey! What are you doing here?" A distinctly masculine voice reached her ears and she looked up.
I know that this is a REALLY short chapter but the part where I felt I should stop came a LOT quicker than I thought it would. As always, REVIEW!
Her fingers went furiously over the keyboard. It was hard to believe but it was now, now when she was trying to find the identity of a certain Michael Vaughn, that she felt like a real spy.
Search: People Location: Los Angeles, California *It was safe enough to assume he lived in LA right? I mean, what kind of person would go to another city to shop for wood? God. . . this is actually hard. * Name: Michael Vaughn Results: 12
Oh Lord. There were 12 Michael Vaughns in LA??? Wow. . . if they were all as hot as the one she had met, God had done a very commendable job indeed. She glanced down the list. Of all the Michael Vaughns, one caught her eye more than the others. He was labeled as "classified". She grinned. Was he some ax-carrying maniac murderer kept in one of the containment cells of the CIA? Or maybe he was an alter ego for someone she knew. Devlin? Haha. . . not she wouldn't even think about that. The Michael Vaughn she had met and Devlin didn't even compare.
It was then that she started feeling incredibly foolish. What was she doing? How was she "saving the world" by looking up prospective boyfriends? But. . . it was so much fun to be bad. Not that she was bad. Not that bad, anyway. But she did enjoy the slightly guilty feeling and the anxiety that came from worrying if someone were to come by, look over her shoulder, and demand to know what she was doing.
Footsteps coming around the corner made her realize how dangerously close she was to having her so-called "imaginary" situation come true. She jumped, quickly clicked the "X" at the top right-hand corner and exited the computer room with her head pointing down towards the floor.
Suddenly she felt herself running into a solid body. "Hey! What are you doing here?" A distinctly masculine voice reached her ears and she looked up.
I know that this is a REALLY short chapter but the part where I felt I should stop came a LOT quicker than I thought it would. As always, REVIEW!
