"Nice name," he grinned, his smile illuminating his face. I blushed shyly in reply, the words I can't speak pounding in my brain.
"Thanks..." I whisper in reply, taking in my surroundings. A few meters away, folders and images floated around in a large collection.
"Those are the files," the boy grinned. "Wanna see?"
I nod sheepishly, before something panged into my brain.
"I never caught your name."
"I'm Daniel," he replied with a mischievous smirk.
"Daniel...?" I trail off, waiting for a response.
"Daniel. I don't have a last name - it's not in my code. Though I suppose you could call me Daniel Coden."
With that, he took my hand and led me toward the files.
It was at that moment when I noticed the white feathered wings that sprouted from his back.
When we reached the files, I noticed that they were my files.
We make our way through the folders, and sometimes stop to examine or discuss them.
"What's this one?" Daniel asked, looking at a zipped, locked folder brandished with the word PRIVATE.
He reached a hand out toward the folder, and I quickly grabbed it.
"That's nothing," I chuckled nervously, hiding the file behind my back, blushing.
I then realised I was holding his hand, and quickly let go. My face was burning.
"Oh," Dan replied with a knowing smile. I yelped a little and covered the folder with my hands.
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Electric Angel
Teen FictionWhen you were younger, did you ever wish to get sucked into your computer? If so, you'll love Becky Johnson as she explores the code of her PC in a new way. [Warning: strong language, sexual jokes and expicit themes]
