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Harper's POV

I was awaken early on a Sunday morning to a beep from my Laptop, my eyes blurry I could make out my MacBook sitting on my bench, open? I blinked to chase the fuzz away and sat up abruptly. Had my parents seen my screen?

I swing my legs out of my bed and look down the bottom of my screen to see a notification;

'Alikewise - DreamLover_Ethan: Good morning sweetheart! Did u sleep well?'

It doesn't feel like it was that long ago, when I was a dumbfounded 15 year old girl with Amelia, signing up for an account on this site, and being total idiots and trolling each other, yet now I'm here.

I smiled while reading this, and felt all warm and mushy inside. I visualized a picture of him, brown wavy hair, hazel eyes, tan skin, super fit, slim and tall, but not too slim and tall, I don't want to look fat and short around him, and.. Charming with a sense of humor.

The last two were checked with our relationship so far, but the first ones weren't. Yes, I have never seen him before. I met him on a website called 'Alikewise' and we began to make conversation. I was a little bit nervous at once, but now I don't regret a thing.

However my friends always bug me about pedophiles, etc, but DreamLover_Ethan isn't, no way! He told me to call him Ethan, and he calls me Harper. I mean, we get along like best friends, it's just until we meet in real life that I can confirm that intense relationship status.

But sometimes I worry. Who is he? He say's he is 16 and captain of the football team, which sounds AMAZING, considering I'm just a geeky nerd who wears glasses and apparently 'wastes' her lunch times in the library. (Hey, reading isn't a waste of time!) But it's hard to believe him. He could be some, creepy 60 year old man with wrinkles and long straggly grey hair, visiting a computer lab at ridiculous hours and wasting all of his government money just to communicate with me. But now I disagree with my conscience, because someone wouldn't be that desperate, to talk to ME of course.

I sigh and flop back on my bed, my auburn hair splaying out on my pillow, my emerald green eyes twinkling as they catch the sunlight filtering in through my curtains. I sit up and look in the mirror, my pale skin and freckles illuminated in the sunlight, my hair a matted mess looking like a bird just nested in it. I sigh and walk over to my vanity opposite my bed.

I pick up my hairbrush, and begin yanking it through my thick clumps of waist length hair, grimacing and pulling odd faces every 10 seconds, and I get a massive shock when my dad pokes his head around the door.

"Good Morning Harper!" he grins as he gives me a hug. I look anxiously under his arm and check my computer screen, my screen saver is up, whew.

"Morning Dad!" I smile. I slip away from the hug and put on an anxious smile, walking over to my computer and pretending to de-clutter my desk.