marselinedion: i got nicknamed in my sleep
noahiscool: good morning to you too
marselinedion: this is unbelievable
noahiscool: whatever you say marsey
marselinedion: i'm not sure how to feel about this
marselinedion: our relationship is moving so fast
marselinedion: today you're calling me marsey
marselinedion: and the next you're calling me your wife
noahiscool: i just choked on my cereal
marselinedion: i was kidding
noahiscool: that doesn't account to the cheerios stuck in my throat
marselinedion: I apologize profusely
noahiscool: the sincerity is pouring off the screen
marselinedion: :P
noahiscool: mature
marselinedion: i know right
marselinedion: speaking of mature, i should probably explain last night...?
noahiscool: you don't have to if you don't want to
noahiscool: but if you do, then i will give you my undivided attention
marselinedion: :)
marselinedion: do you want the long story short or...?
noahiscool: whatever you're comfortable with
noahiscool: i don't think you realize that at this point i kind of care about you
marselinedion: aW
marselinedion: who knew noah had heartfelt emotions
marselinedion: anyway...
marselinedion: so basically the boy I've been in love with for about five years got a girlfriend
marselinedion: i mean in retrospect it's kind of my fault that i didn't tell him
marselinedion: but it just hurts. i don't know, man.
marselinedion: i mean i want him to be happy and she's really a great girl and stuff so i just feel stupid
marselinedion: and last night i saw them and it was weird
marselinedion: and i feel like a thirteen year old girl who's overreacting
marselinedion: discounting the fact that i used to be one but
noahiscool: don't feel stupid
noahiscool: to be in your position, i think it's fine for you to feel hurt
noahiscool: the question is... do you still love him that way?
marselinedion: honestly...
marselinedion: no, i don't think so
marselinedion: i still care about him loads and i love him
marselinedion: but not in the same way
marselinedion: it's just that when i met him, i was this quiet eleven year old who's mother made her play piano and he was just standing there and he looked at me like i was something and i was so impressionable
marselinedion: he was so bright and loud whereas i was dim and quiet and him wanting to be my friend meant everything to me back then
marselinedion: it's really stupid it's just some silly boy problem
noahiscool: it's not, so stop saying it is
noahiscool: you're entitled to your feelings
noahiscool: you don't have to belittle them just because they're yours
marselinedion: he's just some guy
noahiscool: we both know he isn't
noahiscool: trust me, there will be a day when you look at him and you won't feel anything
noahiscool: but until then, we'll work on it
marselinedion: holy shit noah
marselinedion: that was really real
marselinedion: i don't know to react to that properly
marselinedion: all i know is that i care about you a lot
marselinedion: ugh
marselinedion: thank you so much for deciding to send me a message that day
marselinedion: i'm
marselinedion: really glad you did
noahiscool: me too :-)
marselinedion: you even put the nose in the smiley emoticon omf
noahiscool: gotta go to art, talk to you later?
marselinedion: don't be stupid
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The Mishaps of Internet Friendship (#Wattys2015)
Short Storythe endeavors of two teenage dorks who meet through the internet ... noahiscool: *internally groans* marselinedion: you love me and you know it noahiscool: *externally groans*