So I have recently had my first boyfriend, he was also an online one. We were together for about 2 months, I ended it because I felt like he didn't like me that way any more. I week later, he already has another girlfriend. I told him I still felt the same about him, but I wasn't going to try and start anything. So after saying this, he sends me photos of him and his new girldfriend on a date. Like can you not smash my already broken heart into oblivion. I know someone will judge because it was online, but I never found someone here that thought I was pretty, so I took my chance. The first part of the story is true. I'm going to be telling my story at the start, but then later on in the book I will tell you when it stops. Because this is a happy book, and my real story isn't that happy. Now let's get on wwith the book. And thanks to anyone who actually reads this. Thumbs up!
-------Chapter One-------
I look down at the phone in my hand. Wondering if I should regret the message I just sent. It has been well over ten years since I've spoken to him last. Now, you might be wondering who is this random guy I'm getting all nervous about talking to is? Good question. It all started with a comp in csgo (Counter Strike Global Offensive).
-------10 Years ago-------
I sit patiently waiting for the game to find us a match, who is us? It is two of the not so many people I know on the internet. One of them is eleven, and the other is twelve. That twelve year old has deffiently hit puberty, I thought he was fourteen when I first played with him.
We were just chatting in the group chat about how long it is taking to find a comp. A few seconds later we see the big green button saying accept. When there was nine out of ten people that have accepted, I knew there was one of those assholes that wait till the last second to accept and piss off all of the other players.
Recently I have brought a gaming laptop, so I was one of the first people to join. Because there is five people on each team, all the people have a seperate colour. Even though my faveourite colour is blue, I love being purple. Most of the other people I know also like being purple, but since I load quicker then them, I always get purple.
Right now I am sitting outside in the dark, barely connected to the internet. We had been travelling around Australia for three years before coming back to home. Since mum loves how there isn't as much work to do to clean up, we haven't moved back into our house. We are parked up on my pops two acre property. My dad has built a little room, like a granny flat but smaller, the only problem is that the internet doesn't reach to the little room. We were so excited about getting 500 gb of internet per month, because we have been stuck on 25 gb of internet for five people a month. So no Youtube, no Instagram, that would take up too much of our internet. So when we finally got the internet we realised that we couldn't set it up in the little room because it didn't have an either net port.
So if we wanted to use the internet. We either had to go into the laundry, or sit on a little table outside that had bird poo on it. I just covered up the bird poo with a place mat.
After another two mintues, everyone had joined the game. And like clock work, I ask if any one has mics. You also probably know that girls are pretty rare to come across in a game of csgo. The other two I wasn't in a lobby was kept on saying that I was a grill. No mate, I'm a weber. I knew they were just doing it as a joke because they didn't sound like someone who lived in their mums basement and play computer 24/7.
The whole game they were making jokes and referencing memes. It was starting to annoy me a little bit. Okay, a lot. But you never show the people on the internet you are annoyed, they will just talk even more.
At the end of the game, the two I didn't lobby with sent me a steam friend request and said they were sorry for everything they had said and to add them. Me being the dumb shit I am, I added them.
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A couple days later, I was once again outside and in a lobby and sending invites to my friends on the internet. When I was sending an invite to who I thought was Fighter, he is the twelve year old, wasn't actually Fighter. I sent an invite to one of the annoying meme makers. This was the nickname I had given them, so original. He joined the lobby and I was apologizing for sending the invite and I wasn't suppose to, and if he could leave the lobby. He did, but two seconds later he came back in. Because each time someone joins or leaves a lobby, the match making stops and you need to restart it. He kept on doing this a couple times and I just ended up saying he could join.
He ended up getting twenty more kills then anyone on the team. That carry though. This guy was actually kinda nice, he didn't make rude comments and just played the game. I looked at his profile name and it was Macca.
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Because it was the holidays, I was over at the cousins for a couple nights, also 'cause I was going to a concert with my cousin Ebby. Her real name is Ebony, but I haven't actually called her that in years, like who can be bothered.
Today was the day of the concert, 23rd of January, 2016. We were going to be watch The 1975. Ebby and I were playing words with friends, even though I use all of the small words, I still actually win over half the time. I was once again waiting for Ebby to finish her turn, which will be forever.
I got a notification from steam saying that Macca has messaged me.
Macca: Do you want to play a comp?
Zozo: Nah, I'm at my cousins
Macca: Okay
That was how the conversation started. (A/N This was about 4 months ago, I don't really remember in excat detail of how the convo went)
Because he didn't really have anything to do he started to message me asking how my day was going. I replied because Ebby was still trying to firgure out how to get the most points.
We start talking about anything that comes to mind. Right now we were having a heated discustion about soccer, or as he liked to call it, football.
Macca: Buut it is football
Zozo: Football is afl
Zozo: It's soccer
Macca: m8
Zozo: What is the ball they use called
Zozo: SOCCERball
Macca: nah
Zozo: What
Macca: its called a white ball with black spots
I laughed more then I should have. I showed ebby this conversation and she didn't relly laugh as much as I did. She has no sense of humor, I swear.
Later on I told him I was playing Words With Friends with my cousins, Ebby. I asked if he wanted to join and he said yes and that he just needed to charge his phone.
It had been about ten minutes since he said that. So I asked what's going on with his phone. Aparently he has found it and is charging, just still not turning on.
Once it finally turned on, he tried to download the app, but it wouldn't work. So in the end he opened up BlueStaks on his computer and downloaded it on there. BlueStaks is an aplication that can run phone apps on the computer.
We started a match and it was going okay. He did the same tacktick as me, so it was hard to fit more words into the board because there was nothing to go off of.
About half way through the game he gives up and forfits. I ask him why, and apperently I was too good at it. Ha! He also told me he was going to go on a bike ride for an hour.
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What do you reckon of my first book?
