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•SKYPE // REGGIE PETERS•

Every teenager is known to look at life with some kind of hatred, while only seeing the beauty in things that interest them. It was a fact that I had tried to ignore for so long, but after getting new friends, and meeting new people, this fact became exceedingly obvious to me.

My days at school were all the same - boring, long and unnecessarily filled with drama. It was a vicious but somewhat calming cycle, as it made me believe that I was in control of what was happening to a certain extent. Unfortunately, my recent choice in friends completely dented this pattern for me, and honestly? I can't tell if it is a good or bad thing.

It's been three weeks since I've started talking to a not so secret, secret pen pal. Our schools were doing these weird activities to get our generation to be more social, because apparently being on your phone all day is a 'problem'.

I signed up for the pen pal drive (we had to sign up for something, and that one sounded the least painful), and ended up getting pared with a guy named Reggie. He was extremely charismatic and excitable from what I've gotten from his letters.

A few weeks ago, Reggie and I had planned to finally meet each other on Skype - our schools were in different states and it was easier then waiting for his letters - and today was finally that day. Unfortunately, I had school, but I could barely keep my attention on the lessons as the day got closer to being over. When the final bell rang, I basically sprinted out of school, and into my car. Even though it was a very short drive back to my house, I seemed to get stuck at every red light and stop sign, making me more impatient then I already was.

I quickly park my car and make my way inside, to my cozy room. My parents wouldn't be home for a few more hours, so I had no trouble with them complaining that I was talking too loud or laughing to much.

I flip open my laptop and click on the Skype icon, ready to finally see my pen pal. It rings a few times before it finally opens to a boy who had blond hair and a confused expression on his face.

"So that's what you look like?" I smile at Reggie, but he just looks at me funny.

"Do I know you?" He says simply.

"We've been talking for weeks, Reggie." I say deadpanned, hoping that this stranger is Actually Reggie.

"I'm not Reggie?"

I feel extremely embarrassed right now, so I try to make an excuse so I can leave as soon as possible.

"Okay, we'll I'm gonna go then, he obviously gave me the wrong information." I smile at the stranger. He looks like he was about to say something when he is interrupted by a loud shout.

"Alex! Where is my laptop, I need it!" I hear a door open from behind the strangers screen, and I watch as his eyes widen in realization.

"You're looking for Reggie Peters?" He looks down at me again, and I quickly nod. "Your friend is here." He passes the laptop over to another boy, who has brown straight almost black hair and an adorable smile.

"Hey there stranger." He says with a grin.
Finally I get to see him.

"Hey there, for a second there I thought you gave me a fake username." I smile at him.

"Yeah, sorry about that, Alex is always stealing my things, so I have to forcibly get them back." I watch his background as he seems to go through a few doors and finally plop down on a bed.

"So how was school?" I ask him, getting the basics out of the way before we talk about the juicer stuff.

We spent the next few hours talking about His band, school, our other hobbies and interests, and everything else in between.

"So, I actually have a surprise." Reggie says randomly. I look at him with furrowed eyebrows and wait for him to answer. "Next week, our music class is going on a field trip to your city, and if you want to, we could meet up and get a coffee or something?"

"Don't you need to partake in school trips?" I smile at him.

"I think I can miss out on this one." He smirks.

"Okay then, but I have to know, would it be considered a date?"

"If you want it to be." I already really liked him, so having the opportunity to go out with him was really a win-win for me.

"Then it's a date."

We spoke for a few more minutes before we both decided that it would be a good time to go to bed, as we both had school the next day.

I wished Reggie a goodnight, and exited Skype. Even though I couldn't help it, I knew that all night I would be dreaming about my penpal, and all the amazing adventures we were bound to go on.