Poked Back (ON HOLD)

Introduction

Like all my random days, I logged into my facebook account, checking my notifications and messages. None of them seemed important; some were requests to like pages, others were people commenting on their statuses (which I forgot to unfollow after my work was done there), and few liked by display picture. 

I sighed, looking at my lonely page.

There was a time when I was popular on facebook too, there were about tons of notifications and I’d just sit for hours on it and comment here and there. People would like my statuses and comment all time and time would move so fast I wouldn’t realise that I just wasted my half day on facebook.

And then, I grew up.

Yeah, that’s what happened! I entered my nighteenth year and I was just too conscious to do anything on facebook. Before that I was the carefree, stubborn, fearless gal. Not to mention, more than half of my friends are in restricted list. Because I don't want them spying on me, it didn't make me comfortable anymore. Hence, I was beginning to distant from my friends. Now, I’m just an adult, in her last year of teens and have nothing better to do with her life.

I know, that is exactly what I thought, my social life was falling apart and I was becoming more and more comsumed in myself. Even if someone did comment on my status, I’d just like it and say nothing back. I no longer held the status of Fun Gal, Aliza.

But it all changed one day when I was randomly scrolling down my facebook page, stalking other people when I saw a picture posted by The Happy Page. It said “Happiness is... When you’re alone and still happy.” This caught my attention and I hit the button like. I wanted to comment on it, wanted to say that I know the exact meaning of this.

I wasn’t sad or anything, I founded comfort in loneliness. It was a break from all the hectic things happening around me.  I was about to comment when my laptop got slow. My mouse pointer wasn’t moving and I just hate it when my laptop does this. (Mental note: Delete useless files, Ali!!!)

My mouse pointer got stuck on some other person name and it opened up a little box of info of theirs. I waited for my laptop to go normal as I stared at my screen, reading the info of the user my mouse pointer opened.

Name was Alec Alone. That is exactly what was written on it. Alone? Who has a last name that says Alone? I looked more for the bio on that small box. The profile picture had a picture of painted words in four different color of blocks. The word was Rebel. The backgroud picture was simple black, with nothing written on it. Message and poke buttons were available on it, but no Add Friend button.

There was no other information and I was bored to look at it when I read his comment, below the picture:

Alec Alone: Sometimes being alone hurts but it’s better than having someone around who breaks your trust and hurts you. Alone rocks! (Y)

This person looks distressed and have trust issues. I moved my mouse again but still it got stuck and I end up crying in fustration and clicking away the buttons on my touchpad and screw over my keyboard. Anger filled me in and I powered off my laptop, pressing the power button hard until the screen went blank.

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Little did Ali know, but her stuck up laptop turned her life upside down. Even when she was unaware of the situation she logs back in to get a Poke from the Alec Alone. Only to find later that she was the first one to poke him.

The talking starts and a cyber friendship is formed but a much bigger surprise awaits for Ali when she realises who Alec Alone really is. His big identity turns out to be someone really famous around the globe. Someone who Ali really hates and isn’t fascinated by his work. Poor Ali, falls for her him! What will become of her when she realises who he really is? Most importantly how is she suppose to gain the trust of Alec when he definitely has trust issues. Can she trust her instincts and fall for him, will Alec feel the same way?