Kik: Nick_O'las sent a picture message.
A small grin creeped unto my face. It took several minutes before I received his message -the guy from Omegle. But then again, I was really inquisitive on what he looks like. Not that I would judge him or anything, I was just purely curious. The feeling of satisfaction triggered as I opened the message for the fact that he really keep his word and sent a photo of him first. It was a simple picture, and he was lying down with a smirk. Gosh, he's cute.
Cass: Well, hello there mr. I-still-don't-know-your-name
Nick: Just Nick Wyler, for now ma'am I-also-don't-know-your-name-yet
Cass: Cassie Blakes. How could you not know the name of your future queen?
Nick: My honor, without disrespect, my queen as of the moment is my mummy, My future queen, of course, would be my wife. Unless you want me to marry you right away without knowing who you really are first. Well, that's fine by me. I know I'm irristable.
Cass: Wow oh wow. that was a long boring speech. Does it come to your concern that indescribably cocky?
Nick: hahaha, yes darling everyone has been telling me that already. Anyway, What are you doing?
Cass: I'm actually texting the cutest guy ever 😉
Nick: You're chatting with other guys? Sorry if I'm a bother then.
Cass: Oh gods
Nick: ;)
Cass: Damn, You we're supposed to be like, "awe, I know I am, you don't have to rub it in my face"
Cass: and I, as my usual self will have a come back of, "yeah, he's not replying so I'm texting you"
Cass: Well that definitely failed.
Nick: That failed dear cassie, because I am not as arrogant as you think I am.
Nick: Quite funny how your little chat up line flopped tho
Cass: And so I noticed, nincompoop.
Nick: You really like insults do you?
Cass: Nope, only if you're the one I'm talking. Lol
Nick: I take it as a privilege to be insulted by MY future queen. 😘
Arrogant. But, I wouldn't deny that his arrogance makes our conversation lively and not so boring. His rum humor seems to attract me, in a good way. I guess he can be a good friend as the time pass on. Before that though, let us play along.
Cass: Ew gross.
Nick: Gross, but you like it do you?
Cass: No, but my dog does. She wants you to ask her out.
Nick: You know darling, I can and would love to if you'll only tell me your address.
Cass: Where's the thrill in that?
Nick: I'm actually a robber, it will be most definitely thrilling.
Cass: Well you look like one.
I was being sarcastic when I texted that yet, there was a part of me that was prying about if its real or not. Its the internet for pete's sake, we don't know if behind that cute face is a crackerjack in hacking and stealing.
Nick: You believe me do you?
Cass: No, but you were kidding right?
Nick: Nope, I like stealing hearts more often. Sometimes I steal girlfriends.

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Teen FictionCassie Blakes seems to enjoy talking to random strangers online. She ended up talking to a bloke whom she finds as a saccharine, caring, and thoughtful person. The bloke has a slick way in getting everything even her trust. Little did they know that...