Accidentally Falling

Chapter 1 - Naveen

Chapter One

Naveen

"Naveen, come on. Let's just do this. What've we got to lose? A few hours of our time, sure, and money, but what's the worst that can happen?"

"Wow, Les, you make a convincing case."

My best friend Les rolled his eyes and smirked. "Don't worry, your sarcasm isn't lost on me. But seriously, we should do it."

"Alright, you want to know what's the worst that can happen? How about skin suit? Hmm?" I rinsed out our coffee mugs and joined Les on the couch. I sat with my legs down and he stretched out, resting his feet in my lap.

"Nobody's gonna make a Naveen-skin suit." He teased and I smacked his smelly feet.

"Yeah, well, I still don't want to do it. There are some wackos out there, whether they actually are in to skin suits or are just nuts." I sighed and kicked my feet up onto the coffee table. It's a bad idea.

"In to. Well done."

"Oh, shut up." Les could be so childish sometimes but that's why I loved him. I was the practical one and he was the fun one. It's why we got along so well and have been friends since I was eleven and he was ten. "Les..." I whined, tempted to use his full name just to irritate him. "I don't want to. My parents will flip if they find out I'm using a dating website."

"So? You're twenty-four, Nav. You control literally everything in your life. Your parents have no say." He pulled his legs away and tucked them underneath himself, leaning toward me and resting his arm on the back of the couch. "Do it because you want to. Do it because I don't want to by myself."

I laughed and shoved him. He grinned. "Goddamn you, Lester Mattingly." He raised both eyebrows and leaned closer. "Fine." His eyes widened. "Jesus Christ, yes. Okay? I'll do it."

Les cheered and jumped off the couch, running into my bedroom to get my laptop. He returned just a moment later and sat close beside me, my laptop resting on his thighs.

"Right. You first." He turned my laptop on and opened the browser, typing in the URL for some dating website called Make a Connection.

I groaned and cringed at the horribly-cliché photos on the welcome page.

Welcome to Make A Connection! Click here to begin your search for your special someone.

"Ugh, Les."

He smirked and clicked, which opened a page with slots to fill in with your information.

"Name...Naveen Bahl. Age...twenty-four. Looking for?" Les shot a cocky look at me and I felt my cheeks get hot.

"Women..." I muttered and he selected it. I said it half-heartedly, but Les didn't question me.

"Uh-huh. Hobbies?"

We continued with the tedious questions until finally, Les clicked Make Your Connection and a page with a bunch of women's profiles opened up.

"You can look through these hotties later, yeah? I'm going to make my profile now."

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"Damn, you're so interesting." I complained to Les once both our profiles were complete.

"Not really. I...embellished certain things."

"You exaggerated." I stated and he shrugged.

"Call it what you like, but I know I'll be getting some dates soon."