The Internet Boyfriend

The day that I got the chatting app was either the best day of my life or the worst. The boy who I'd been talking to for over two months now was either the best thing for me, or was going to be the death of me. It all depends on how you look at it. And all it started with a simple, "Hey, wsp;)" nothing more. This it the story of the internet boyfriend.

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1. ppls

 

It was the first time I'd used a chatting app on my phone. I only downloaded because I'd liked the "excitment of meeting new people" as it said below in the description. He calls it fate, I call it timing. Whether the timing was good or bad, I had no idea anymore.

 

Sorry, I always seem to forget my manners, that’s a lie; I don't forget I just don't care. Anyways, I'm Juliette. My family calls me Julie and my friends call me Jay. My best friend calls me Capulet. Yes as in, Juliet Capulet, just different spelling. Her name is Paige, my best friend I mean. She calls me Capulet because she knows I hate Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet. Don't get me wrong, I love Shakespeare and the play, but I find Romeo and Juliet so stupid! There is no such thing as love at first sight.

 

Back to the point. The app was called PPLS. According to its status on the online store, it was very popular and free. Why not, right?
I sat crossed legged on my messy bed with clothes scattered everywhere. I was not an organized person. The only light in the room was the glow of my phone and the faint light from the window. I waited impatiently for the app to download.
I twisted the ends of my long, wavy, light brown hair around my fingers, something I always did when I was nervous. When the app had completely downloaded, I quickly made up my account, creating my username as J.C and leaving my profile picture blank.

 

Then before I started, I promised myself one thing; I wouldn't send any pictures of myself. I don't even want to start about all the problems with that.
I went through a few suggested profiles that the app suggested for me, clicking off each one. None of them quite fit for me.
It was late on a Thursday night and I was about to give up and turn in. Then I got the message that started it all.

 

JustThisGuy: Hey, wsp:)

I will shamefully share that at this point I was both terrified and excited. What the hell was wrong with me? If only I knew.

J.C: Hi

That was all I could think of to say back.

JustThisGuy: Im Dane

That was an…interesting name. Honestly, that’s the sort of name I would give to my dog. You know, if I had one.

J.C: Cool. I’m Jay.

JustThisGuy: I like that name. Were u from?

Ugh, this guy had no sense in spelling or grammar. I just have to ignore it and move on.

J.C: Canada. You?

I figured it was okay to tell him Canada, being that was very vague. Although, I wouldn’t ever tell him more than that.

JustThisGuy: Canada, eh?

Someone shoot me. I am so sick of Canadian stereotypes.

JustThisGuy: Texas. How old r u?

J.C: 15

I lied. I know it’s only a year difference but I didn’t want to tell him fourteen. Being fifteen just sounded more mature.

JustThisGuy: Me to:)

Ugh, it’s too. I didn’t respond, not knowing what to say next so I awkwardly held my iPod, staring at the screen waiting for him to text again.

JustThisGuy: Are you single?:p

It was a very simple question so I don’t know why I was so conflicted with the answer but in the end I decided to be honest.

J.C: No

I know what most of you are probably thinking. Somthing along the lines of, "Slut, she already has a boyfriend," and you can go a head and think what you want but I'm just telling the story and judging doesn't change the past.

 

 

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