Chapter 2 and 1 in the same day?! I know, I never do that. Ever. I usually wait a month and then add another chapter. What can I say? I'm loving writing this story!

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"Hey, sport!"

"Dad, do you have to call me that? I'm in eleventh grade now. Call me my name. It's Tom, remember? You named me."

"Okie-dokie,Tommy," Jim said, grinning. "So, how was your very first day of eleventh grade?"

"It was great, dad. I saw new things, met new people, went to new classes. My day was new."

"Who'd you meet?" Jim asked, passively.

"Well," Tom said, hesitant to tell his father, but couldn't resist. "I met this girl. She's really nice."

"And pretty," Jim said, turning his full attention to his son.

"Dadddd," Tommy groaned. He knew he shouldn't have told his dad.

"Come on, sport. Just say it," Jim said, ignoring the fact that Tom didn't like being called sport.

"Fine she's very pretty," he said, giving up.

"And hot," Jim added.

Tom shot his dad a face and Jim went back to his football game.

"Yes, yes she's all of that," Tom answered again, to a responding smile from his dad.

"Well, what's she look like?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it very well does."

Tom rolled his eyes and quickly spat out, "She's got wavy brown hair and hazel eyes."

Jim nodded. He's got good taste. He was thinking of Pam. How long has it been? Sixteen years? No, eighteen years? Oh my god, it has been eighteen years.

It had been ten years since Karen and his divorce. It didn't work out. Karen blamed Pam. Jim blamed Karen. So she packed her bags and left. Tom was six. They hadn't seem her since.

"Well, I'm going to go into my room. Bye Pop." Tom trudged to his room and tossed his backpack to the floor. He quickly turned on his computer and got a piece of paper out of his backpack. A new screen-name to add to his instant message buddy list.

He opened up instant messaging and sat comfortably in his chair. Tom then added her. She was on.

TommySport91: Hey, Charlotte.DanceACharlotty45: Tom, hey. How was the first day?

TommySport91: It was fine. I should be asking you that. A new school and a first day.

DanceACharlotty45: It was okay. A little hard. I'm glad I made a friend.

TommySport91: Heehee, and friend, being me?

DanceACharlotty45: Yes, being you.

TommySport91: Why'd you move from New York City back here, to Scranton?

DanceACharlotty45: Oh, well it was my mom used to live and she thought it was time for a change. Listen, I've got to go finish homework, but do you think we could maybe hang out sometime?

TommySport91: That's be great. Friday afternoon I'm free. You know where the Smoothie Shack is?

DanceACharlotty45: Sorry, nope.

TommySport91: Well, I don't have a car yet, and I can't use my dad's so I could just have my dad drive me over to your house and we can walk there. You wrote down your address today, and I know it's close to your place.

DanceACharlotty45: Cool, I'll see you tomorrow at school. Bye, Tommy.

DanceACharlotty45 has signed off.

Tom thought about it. He loved when she called him Tommy. He hated it when his dad called him that. Isn't it funny how you love when some people say your name and hate it when other people do?

Tom ruffled his golden-brown hair and sighed, happily. Smooth, Halpert. Very smooth.

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I am on a writing spree! I can't stop! I have never been this excited for a story in my life.

In case you didn't notice, DanceACharlotty is a sort of play on words. She dances, and her mom calls her Lotty. So, she dances a lot hence Lotty. And she DancesACharlotty.