To: Youve_Got_Mail_34
From: Mello-not-Yellow-801
Dear Matt,
. . .
I stare at the screen, the blinking little typing-line flashing endlessly, taunting me. I don't know what to write. I have no idea how I'm suppose to reply. I crack my knuckles anxiously, taking another hungry bite of my chocolate. For once, it doesn't calm me down.
Sighing anxiously I lean forward at the desk, tapping my fingers aimlessly across the keys. What was i suppose to say? Matt's email had seemed so easy, so obvious, so perfect. So natural.
I guess that's one of the benifits of wearing your heart on your sleeve.
I clear my throat and try again.
To: Youve_Got_Mail_34
From: Mello-not-Yellow-801
Hey. It's Mello. I mean, obviously. So. You seriously googled me, huh? Ha. I never thought of that but
No. No no no. That was wrong. I select teh message and slam my finger down on the 'delete' button. The blnking cursor is still taunting me.
I throw my head back and look backwards at teh lady at the coffee station. I'm in an Internet Cafe, which is one of my favorite places because it literally has a cafe in it - you can get coffee AND use the internet. I could live in this place for days.
Which is what I intended to do. Or at least for tonight. There was no way I was going home, not today. I was stressed out enough.
Cracking my kunckles again, I lean forward and stare at the blank email. It's driving me mad - I'm terrible at writing emails. I'm alot better in person, or at least when I only have to write a few things.
Which reminded me suddenly - of course. I could stalk him, too.
I'm not sure why it came to me, but i pulled up google and typed in "mail jeevas." Of course, there weren't very many results, but I found him easily - he was the fist thing, a livejournal blog. I smiled a little - it was the same site I used for the old depressing blog i used to write. I still write in it from time to time but never about my family, usually just about things that happen in school. When i open his, though, I find that alot of people read his blog.
I read his biography, which is actually pretty humorous, at lesat to me, and a smile spreads across my face. The name's Mail Jeevas, but that's a rediculous name, so call me Matt. Because that's just clearly more awesome, right? No more info for you though, becuase you could be a stalker. Even though there will be pleanty of details in this blog... so if you want to stalk me, you know, you'll have to read it. ;D Have fun with yet another boring teenage blog. Hoo-rah!
I can't help it. I turn and read his latest entry, unable to help myself. As soon as I do though, my humourous mood is replaced by an unfirmiliar one.
Stalking Fallen Angels
Mood: Lovesick
Location: Internet Cafe of Doom
Eating: My own HEART D: Naw naw, JK, i'm eating M&Ms
Drinking: Blood. T_T (lol or orange juice).
Music: Beleiveres Never Die (FOB Album) on repeat over and over. Again.
At risk of sounding like a corny romance novel writer, I have to tell you this. I met an angel today.
No, he wasn't really an angel. That would have scared me, actually. No, he was... not an angel exactly. I was at the gas station, grabbing some ciggerettes to rot my lungs and whatnot, when I saw him outside.
