Hello Hello! Welcome to my nook of Wattpad, a few things we should know as we get started.
First off, I took about a two year break form this story, purely because I lost motivation. I should inform you, although I'm back again to make changes to the story and improve things; this is not going to be on a schedule.
(Y/N) - You should know what this means by now, "Your Name"
(f/c) - your absolute, 100% FAVORITE colour. If you don't have one, just do purple.
(Bold and parenthesis) - That would be me, hi, your wonderful author
Italics - This will represent your thoughts.
(y/u) - The username of an internet handle of your choice.
(n/n) - Your Nickname
Shall we begin..?
I fall back into the lavish sea of covers on top my queen sized bed, basking in the softness of the sheets. I tumble and roll around, trying to "massage" my aching legs. I prop myself up, and stretch my tired arms.
"What a.. surprisingly long day.." I mumble to nobody.
I take a glance around my familiar apartment out of boredom, resorting to this as a means of entertainment. Suddenly, my eyes land on my (f/c) laptop. I bound to my feet, and make my way over to my laptop, navigating to a slightly sketchy, yet charming chat website. I direct my cursor to the "New Group" option.
"Bored." I type into the name slot. It's nothing interesting or creative, but it's the best my fogged mind and process. I lean back in my chair and follow the blades of the ceiling fan as they swirl by,
"Ding". A polite little ringing sound emits from my laptop.
The phrase,"Riend has joined the chat." appears at the bottom of the text box.
"'Riend'"? What kind of username is that..?" I quietly say to myself
Reind is Typing...
Riend: Yo
I give a little chuckle at his "formality" and begin typing.
(y/u): "Yo". That's all you got?
Riend: well yea. i dont have very many friends, what are you supposed to say?
I lean forward and squint at fluorescent lighting of my digital screen, shining green and blue.
(y/u): Well, I'm not sure. I would think something more than "yO"
Riend: here here, let me try again
Riend is Typing...
Riend: greetings and salutations, fellow internet user. excuse my sudden gesture, but may i join you for a quaint conversation?
(y/u): That'll do
I wasn't expecting this much enjoyment from a stranger, speaking of which:
(y/u): Permission to ask for your gender?
Riend: hmmm.. well, i am a dude, michael is the name, dont wear it out
(y/u): Well, Michael.. My name is (Y/N), or I guess (n/n) if you wanna call me that
Riend: nice nice, f or m?
(y/u): I'm a girl, but please don't nt ask for nudes
Riend: woah woah woah
Riend: who said i even wanted stuff like that?
(y/u): Don't most anonymous males from suspicion random chat websites want them?
Riend is Typing...
Riend: valid point.
I give a small smile and look at the time at the lower part of my screen. It reads 11:30pm. Shit.
(y/u): Of course it is
(y/u): Hey, it's late, I have school tomorrow, I've missed a couple days for a dumb stomach bug, so I have enough makeup work as it is.
Riend: there was a cold thing going around my school too. what grade, if you don't mind a stranger from the internet asking
I raise an eyebrow in suspicion and begin typing.
(y/u): What grade are you in?
Riend is Typing...
Riend: 11th grade, I'm 16
I lean back in my chair in relief. Although the chances that "Micheal" is lying to me are more likely than not, I have a longing sense of trust I just can't explain..
(y/u): Coolio, same here
Riend: coolio....?
(y/u): Shut up, "yo"
Riend: Touché
I allow a slight giggle to escape my lips.
Riend is Typing...
Riend: Nighty-night (Y/N)
(y/u): Likewise, sweet dreams
I grin to myself and gently close the (f/c) device. I stand up and lean forward onto my tippytoes to pull my numbing legs and crawl in bed. As I pull up the sheets, I re-live the conversation I had with "Riend" and smile.
"yo"
Is my last thought until I drift off to sleep.
(N/A)
Well thank you for coming back to me!! I appreciate those who may decide to stick around! I hope the changes are to your liking <3

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Riend is Typing... (Michael Mell x Female!Reader)
Fanfiction"Bored." I type into the name slot. It's nothing interesting or creative, but it's the best my fogged mind and process. I lean back in my chair and follow the blades of the ceiling fan as they swirl by, "Ding". A polite little ringing sound emits fr...