Internet Love

Chapter Seven

Shyla grabbed her pennyboard and sprinted back to her house.
"Yes!" She kept saying as she ran.
As she made it to her house she flung open the door and dropped her board onto the floor. There was a hard thud as it hit, but Shyla just ignored it.
She ran up the stairs and to her bedroom. She grabbed her MacBook that was still lying on her bed and opened it up. She wanted to read his message on a bigger screen.
As she logged on to Twitter, she couldn't help but smile.
"How many people does this happen to?" She laughed. "Probably none."
She went to her direct messages and clicked on the unread one from Nash.
"Shyla," she read. She said that again. She let it soak in that Nash wrote to her; that he knew her name.
"I have never said this to anybody before - because I've never had the reason to."
Shyla layed back on her bed and gripped her laptop by the edges.
"I can't stop thinking about you. I know it sounds cliché but it's true. I don't know you very well - make that at all. But there is something about you thay makes me tick. I want to get to know you...I want to meet you."
Shyla just layed there. She didn't say anything. She didn't even blink.
So many feelings were buzzing around inside of her. There was a mixture of happiness and uncertainty. She continued reading.
"I don't want to seem pushy, but I just want to let you know that I want to talk to you more - to get to know you."
Shyla stared at the screen. She didn't know what she just read. She didn't know if this was for real and that at any moment she would wake up and remember that Nash doesn't know who she is.
Shyla pinched herself on her arm with her fingernails.
"Ouch." She said, shaking her arm. She shook her head.
"How is this possible. He must be mistaken." She decided to reply.
"Nash," she started to type on her laptop. "I am in such disbelief as to why you find me so intriguing. I don't know what you see. I mean, there's way better girls out there. You're wasting your time, Nash."
It sounded really harsh on herself. But she didn't care. This was crazy. How could a famous, well-known media star find a regular girl appealing? It just didn't seem right. She hit the send button and closed her laptop.
• • •
Nash was pacing around his bedroom. "I shouldn't have sent that. That was stupid. I'm just being an idiot." There was a knock on his door. Nash quickly jumped onto his bed and pretended to be on his laptop. "Come in." He said.
It was Hayes; his younger brother.
"What are you doing, Hayes?" Nash asked his brother. He was not in the mood to talk to his pesky sibling.
"I was just going to ask if you wanted to some of the tacos I made. But," Hayes said, walking backwards out of the room. "It appears that you are busy doing something else." Nash lifted up his head from doing nothing. "Wait Hayes," he chuckled. "I'm just messing with ya. Yeah I'll have some."
Hayes smiled awkwardly.
"Alright then. But you have to come get it. I don't want to be your servant." Nash rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever." He set his laptop on his bed and walked out of his bedroom behind Hayes.
After Nash had gotten his food and started walking back up to his room, he felt a buzz in his pocket. He totally forgot his phone was in there the whole time.
Once he made it to his room, he set his plate on the bed and pulled out his phone from his back pocket.
It was a message from Shyla.
She had written back to him.
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Nash didn't know what to feel. It seemed as though Shyla didn't feel the same way about him that he felt about her.
"I don't know what to do."
He was pacing again now, in his room.
"I mean, I don't want to pressure her into something if she doesn't want to."
Nash sat down on his bed and grabbed his laptop. He started to compose a message.
                            • • •
Shyla sat on her bed and was reading a fanfiction about Cameron Dallas when she got a notification buzz.
It was from Nash.
She went to Twitter and opened his message.
"I'm sorry, but I really want to see you. I don't care where you are - I'll go wherever."
Shyla read the message and a big smile appeared on her face. She was playing hard to get. She knew he would do this. And that's exactly what she wanted.
She was already on her phone, so she decided to reply.
"I live in Minnesota, if you want to come all the way here, alright. I was thinking it might be easiest if we exchange numbers..." Shyla quickly typed her cellphone number in the box and hit send.
"I can't believe this is happening." She said.
Shyla got out of bed and decided to give her pennyboard another spin.