72Online Lovers
Summary: Rachel just went on the chatting site for the fun of it. But once she meets, Skylar, he turns her world upside down. With his smooth words, and touching sayings, Rachel finds herself developing an emotion other than her sought out humor, for the guy on the other side of the cyber realm.
I had this idea for a while, and I certainly know how I want to play everything out. This chapter was just merely introducing the characters, next will be much more. And very… *wink* *wink* steamy…
So far this story is rated T, until next chapter, it will be rater M.
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~Online Lovers [Chapter 1]~
Rachel's POV (;
I sighed, dropping my bag on the foot of my bed, and plopping down into the coral covers of my soft mattress.
Today was horrible, well the most horrible a fifteen year old girl's life can be. I mean first I was late to school, and my teachers do not tolerate tardiness. Most of them are old and cranky anyway, either they're not getting laid or their twenty seven cats died.
To make matters worse, I got paired up with like the hottest guy in my biology class. I know, that must be exciting news, right? No, it's not. He's a total shithead and doesn't do any work. Do you know how hard it is to finish a ten page paper on dissecting a fetal pig by yourself in forty-five minutes?
Anywho, as I was going home, I had to wait almost an hour for the train. Living in Queens when going to school in Manhattan is pretty hectic.
I just got home, and I am completely exhausted. I felt so overworked today. My skin buzzed and my eyes fought with myself to stay open. I rose onto my elbows, glancing at my alarm clock in the corner of the room, '9:32pm'.
I slowly got up from my bed, walked over to my bureau, pulling out some blue shorts and a matching tank, along with a pair of panties and bra.
I was in desperate need of a shower. The water will surely sooth me, and I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep afterwards.
I tiredly rushed into my bathroom, the only convenience I have was my own personal bathroom, and turned on the shower. Hopefully I can get in and get out as fast as I can so I can sleep.
The hot water poured down my skin, waking me up from whatever sleepiness I felt. Once I finished and changed, I walked out of my bathroom, noticing my laptop perched on my nightstand.
Since I no longer felt the need to sleep, might as well go online shopping or something.
I can be classified as a little, and I mean itsy bitsy, shopaholic. I love clothing and accessories. And trends and anything fashion related. My closet it almost the size of my entire room, and it's filled with a bunch of items, I don't even recognize buying. But I do wear them, all of them. I'm not one of those, 'only wear once' snobs.
I climbed onto my bed, grabbing my laptop and turning it on. The screen lit up to its normal Windows Vista look. I immediately clicked on the little icon that said Internet, and browsed for awhile. By the time I finished and was thoroughly bored, it was '11:47pm'. I was going to close my laptop but I then saw an ad that was shown about making 'new friends online, talk to strangers now!'
Curiosity got the best of me and I opened up the link, finding out it was a free anonymous online chatting site. I wasn't the least bit tired and I had nothing better to do so I clicked to find a random person, maybe they can entertain me.
The first few matches were creepy, most of them seemed like old dudes, asking me about my fetishes, and if I was horny. Geez, people these days. The last random person I promised myself I was going to click on tonight, was well… different.
You are now matched with a stranger, start talking!
I waited. I never started conversations first, usually wait for someone to. What was cool about this site was that they showed if the person was typing or not. I waited about a minute, and I was going to click exit when they sent a message.
Stranger: -sigh-
I scratched my head reading the message over, what are they sighing about?
Stranger: -sigh louder-
Me: ...are you okay?
Stranger: no.
Me: Why, what's wrong?
I'm not sure why I even bothered to ask. I should have just disconnected, by now.
Stranger: Well, I am talking to this person who doesn't like to say hi.
I rubbed the back of my neck, why would he tell me thi-
Oh! He was talking about me! I giggled and typed back my response.
Me: Hi! Hello! Bon Jour! Hola! Chao! Happy now? ;P
Stranger: Ha-ha, that's cute. Hey to you too, I'm Skylar.
Me: Oh … cool name?
What else was I suppose to say?
Stranger: (and yours is…?) ;)
Me: Well, wouldn't you like to know. How do I know you're not some cyber serial killer rapist who's going to track me down with my name?
Stranger: I surely am not, but you probably won't believe me anyway.
Me: Exactly.
Stranger: But how about we make a deal. I'll tell you about me and you can tell me about you, simple things like name, birthday, favorite food, favorite color…etc
Me: Fine… but you go first.
Stranger: Sure babe. ;)
Did this kid seriously call me 'babe'? I'm not his babe; he doesn't even know my name.
Stranger: My name is Skylar, I was born on January 26th, 1995, making me 17. My favorite color is maroon red. My favorite food is spaghetti. I'm from Australia, and I'm about 5'8.
Wow, 17? That's just two years older than me. He lives in Australia that's like a whole continent away from New York. Plus, it's not like he can track me down with just a few details, right? I figured he couldn't so I typed back my response.
Me: My name is Rachel. I was born on March 14, 1997, making me 15. My favorite color is teal and my favorite food is macaroni and cheese. ;) I'm from New York and I'm 5'1 and a half.
Stranger: You have a beautiful name, Rachel.
I blushed, even though it was only a message, the compliment made me redden a bit.
Me: Why thank you, kind sir.
Stranger: Oh, so formal, babe. Classy, I like classy. ;)
Me: Why do you keep calling me babe?
Stranger: Because it's cute. And whenever I read your messages, I think of cute. Are you cute, babe?
I scoffed at him, staring at my computer screen with flattered yet pissed eyes. It's like he's patronizing me.
What does he mean, 'am I cute'. How am I supposed to tell? I don't want to say yes I am, because then he will think that I am snobbish.
Me: How am I supposed to know?
Stranger: Describe to me how you look. Hair, face, body… ;) I have short dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and I'm toned. Not those scary, overly built guys that are like quarterbacks in football. I've been on the baseball team at my school for the past two years, so I had to keep fit. My skin is originally white, but down here in Australia, you can't really hide from the sun, so I'm goldenly, tanned.
Wow, he sounded hot. And he played baseball. I don't know what it was but guys who play sports just had this little attractive characteristic about them.
I looked up, away from my computer screen. My full length mirror sat next to my vanity, and I could perfectly see myself from my position on the bed. I had dark brown hair that was a v cut to the middle of my back. My bangs swooped above my eyes, perfectly shaping my round thin face. My brown eyes were doe like, and they were accented by my long eyelashes. Being 5'1, I was tiny for 15; I had curves, but was still fairly skinny. My stomach was flat, and my legs were slim, the only thing that stood out was my bust and butt. I never really noticed before, but my boobs, looked huge on me, being a 32C cup. My butt was firm and fitted into my shorts, complimenting my shapely hips.
To my eyes, I looked decent, nothing more, nothing less.
I typed away my description, feeling very intrigued by this boy.
Stranger: Whoa, there, babe. You're sexy as fuck. You wouldn't want to know what I would do to you if you were here with me right now.
I felt this conversation slightly shift into a different territory, this guy was amusing, exactly what I needed to cheer me up, but he was also interested, and I somehow found myself wanting to know more about him.
Me: You play baseball? That's so cool, I love baseball.
Stranger: Yeah, started playing as a kid, but officially joined my high school team two years ago, when I was a freshman. And see, that's another thing we have in common, our love for baseball.
Me: What was the first thing?
Stranger: We're both insanely sexy people. ;)
I laughed at his statement, a smile adorning my face.
Me: Ha-ha. Someone's a bit cocky :P
Stranger: Oh, you know it babe ;)
I laughed again.
We talked a bit more. I found out he also plays the guitar and surfs a lot. He has an older sister, who moved to the US about a year ago. His parents are both lawyers, but they have family time almost once a week so they never drift apart. He's a junior in high school, and he has baseball practice every day. He listens to all kinds of music, everything but country. He says a lot of people compliment him on his accent, because it was so quote on quote 'voice of sex'.
I told him a few things about me too, I have zero siblings, and my parents are divorced. I live with my mom. My mom travels a lot from her work, so I barely see her, but I'm fine with that, as long as she's happy with what she is doing. I play softball at school, and love science, mostly the rainbow smoke that appears when you mix a bunch of chemicals. I am a freshman in high school, and I love to dance, and shop.
I felt drowsy sometime during our conversation, and when I looked at the time, I gasped. It was 4:53 in the morning! I guess time must have slipped by us faster than we anticipated.
Me: Geez, Skylar! It's almost 5am!
Stranger: Really? Do you have to go? :(
Me: Aren't you tired?
Stranger: Well, if it means that I get to keep talking to you, then sleeping can wait. ;)
Aw, even in my tired state, I smiled.
Me: I would love to, but didn't you say you had an early practice tomorrow, well er- today?
Stranger: Shit. I forgot. Listen, I really like talking to you, and I don't really just want to end here, so how bout you give me your number, and we'll talk later?
My number? As in my cell phone number? I was nervous about giving him my number and I contemplated for a few minutes if I should.
Stranger: Okay, you're not responding, that's a real good sign. I didn't mean to scare you, I just like you. No pressure on the phone, how about… email?
That was a relief. I liked talking to him too, and I wanted to again, why not give him my email. He changed my pissy mood from earlier to all smiles and happy.
Me: okay sure (: Rachel_Sabi . . yahoo . com
Stranger: Night, babe. Sweet Dreams.
Me: Goodnight, Skylar.
I clicked out of the site, opening up my email. In my inbox I found an alert that said, Sexy_Skylar added you as a contact, accept or decline. I quickly accepted, giggling at his name, while rolling my eyes.
I closed and placed my laptop on my night stand, settling myself under the covers. It was still pretty dark out, and I closed my eyes blissfully, thinking about my newly found acquaintance, Skylar.
End of Chapter 1
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