Let Him Go (Completed)

Chapter 1 : The Beginning

Got home from shopping
Got hot chocolate in my hand
and exhausting look on my face

I went to my bedroom and laid my body on bed for a while. I was pretty bored and had no idea what to do. As usual, I went to Twitter and Tumblr through my laptop. Fangirling over Justin Bieber and Greyson Chance with my international fellas on twitter. I was bored of doing those things that day. So, I decided to go on omegle to meet new friends and find a nice person to talk to. I went on video chat, I found so many pervy people there. They asked me to do the inappropriate things for pleasure. I disconnected them one by one because I was looking for an actual conversation. Then omegle connected me with 2 boys wearing ridiculous masks on their face.

Please don't be awkward. I hate people who act awkward

They sat in the corner of a room painted with creme color and there were 3 doors, 1 in the middle, 1 in the right side and 1 in the left side.

"Hey," they typed immediately.

"Hey, what are you guys wearing?" I answered with derp look.

"We're wearing masks. We're cool, aren't we?" answered the white guy with grey striped t-shirt.

"Yeah, whatever. Can you take off your mask?" I raised my right eyebrow.

"Who?" they asked as they played with their masks.

"Both of you guys indeed," I answered with a little laughter.

They took off their masks and put them away into a box. I saw a white guy with curly brown hair and an Asian guy with black hair. The Asian guy started typing and he said, "What's your name?"

I didn't realize he had sent me a message because I was distracted by a white guy with curly brown but looks like dark red hair. But then I replied him, "Oh hey, my name is Patricia".

That white guy was still making himself busy and I didn't understand what he was doing. He stared at the computer and giggling with his Asian guy friend.

"What's your name?" I asked them.

"My name is Alan and my friend is Phoenix. I like your name. Where are you from?" they asked me back immediately.

"I'm from Indonesia, you?"

"Cool. I know Bali," answered Alan the Asian guy and Phoenix whispered at him. "We're from China".

Are they lying? But I think I can't deny since Alan looks very Chinese but Phoenix is obviously American.

"Oh really? But your friend, Phoenix doesn't even look like Chinese," I smirked.

"No, I'm his neighbor. True, I am American. I just moved to China and we're having sleepover here tonight."

I couldn't deny anymore because I knew it was night in China and it was morning in United States.