Online Love

Chapter One

Do you know that feeling? That one when you can forget about all your problems and love yourself? I've never really felt that feeling. No matter his weird it sounds that I can't feel a feeling is, I've never lost myself in something- Well at least not yet.

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Some people say it's normal for a fifteen year old girl to live on the internet. Some completely disagree with that. Lucky for me, my parents are neither.

I do love WiFi and relaxing and just being lazy in general, but I also love my two friends and going to dances and finding new things. But I probably enjoy being lazy more. So my parents tell me to do the social things I love. And that's just fine with me.

Let me introduce you to the life of a normal fifteen year old girl. My name's Jess, short for Jessica. I live in a sudel part of New York, so it's pretty damn busy year round. I have crushes and go to school and have my two best friends and I have a fetish for sour gummys keys . I'm a regular teen, what can I say? I have no crazy piercings or a tattoo; I'm just me Jess.

I look down at my school work and my eyes draw to where I've sketched out a butterfly on the top corner.

Next question. I let out a puff of air.

71+67 x 4 (-28)=

I jot down the answer of my guesse. And continue down the page adding small details to the butterfly now and then.

Lucky for me math was the last period. After the bell went I scurried out of class and met up with my friends.

"Elle! Zack!" I call and wave my hands. "Shit face!" Zack laughs and drags Elle over my way.

Me, Elle and Zack have a weird story. At fist we all hated each other, I pushed Elle of of the play equipment one time in forth grade and she broke her arm. Zack got me stuck in detention for a week by telling all the teachers I was helping grade ones with cheating on school work. So we just bitched to each other until grade eight when we were forced to do a english project together and we failed. We hated each other so much that we started to hangout just to annoy one another, and slowly we became friends. Now Elle and Zack are together and I can tell them anything.

"So," I ask. " what's goin' on?"

"Nothin' much." Elle replies in a shrug.

"You to wanna hit up Starbucks on our way home?" Zack asks in a tired tone.

"Yeah sure, but that's pretty cliché." I laugh a little and start down the road.

If you don't know what I mean by cliché your lost in this generation, but I guess it is a little stereotype to think everyone that goes to Starbucks is a hipster. Trust me we're not even close to cool.

It's just Starbucks is associated with hipsters and stuff. Same with pastel colours, annoying quotes and pretty girl's.

When we enter Starbucks the smell of coffee beans, wipedcream and strong perfumes over come me.

I glide over to the long line of people to order.

After browsing the drink charts I decide in a chi latté for today.

"Name?" A female worker asks in a dull tone.

"Hazel Garce." I replied with a smile. The Fault In Our Stars is such a lovely book, a sick love story if you may. I'd love to put myself in Hazels shoes but I can't allow myself too, so taking her name is as close as I can get.

Waiting only a few minutes I get my warm cup, I move my thumb over the black sharpie.

Hazel, I think to myself it's such a lovely name for such a tragic girl.

After Elle and Zack get their drinks we leave the café and chat quietly throughout the walk home.

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Once I get though the door if my home I toss my backpack to the hurry upstairs to my room I put on some Coldplay, flip open my Mac and log into a Tumblr.

I smile slightly as I scroll through the fandom posts.

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New Doctor Who tonight!!!

I read and squeal a little.

I'm defiantly not popular at all in here but it's somewhere I can be myself.

I noticed that there is a note on one if my posts.

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GOD I LOVE UR URL & UR SO FUNNY!!!1!!1

I feel myself blush little and look at there url.

'HowToKillAFandom' it was kinda cheap but I loved it.

Hell my user wasn't creative either 'BitchDidYouSay-Books'

I laugh a little and start to chat.

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Thank you so much! Your very sweet and kind. How was your day?

That's who our conversation started and it didn't end until 4 am.