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Author: jimenarocker
Fiction Rated: T - English - Adventure/Romance - Reviews: 7 - Published: 11-05-06 - Updated: 01-03-07 - id:2271791

Get Ready, Here I Come

YourlovleY: I can’t believe you.

GlamourGirl: Why not?

YourlovleY: Why would you not want to meet me? Come on, you know I’m hot.

GlamourGirl: LOL, true, but I have to work. I don’t have time.

YourlovleY: You would rather work than see me?

Shya stared at her computer screen. She shuddered and shut down her instant message with Kyle. It had only been a few months since she had been emailing and IM-ing him, and she always signed off or didn’t respond when he made her too uncomfortable. She wasn’t stupid; all that time her parents had wasted on her, telling her that meeting strangers online was dangerous, had been drilled in enough.

Besides, it was a fact that in real life, nobody actually met people they had met online. Honestly, how shallow was that? Well, Shya couldn’t call it shallow because she had a friend who was currently dating a boy she had met online and they were totally in love-it was almost sickening to hear them talk on the phone-but no one besides her friend had actually gone and met someone from online and liked them afterwards.

Shya got up from her computer and grabbed her coat along with her briefcase. She had a flight to get to for her job in New York. Her computer could wait for her. Plus she had a laptop, just in case she got antsy and wanted to talk to Kyle again.

To be fair, Shya loved talking to him most of the time. He always asked how she was, and he listened very carefully and he, of all people, had remembered her birthday last month. Her boyfriend at the time, hadn’t. Nope, he hadn’t remembered a thing; therefore Shya broke up with him. But when he got to talking about how he wanted to meet Shya and ‘have coffee’ with her, she got slightly uncomfortable because if she met him, who knew what would happen? Chances were, she knew, she’d probably hate him. Seriously, maybe he was growing a beard or something that she hated, or he was 800 pounds or something?

Yep, she definitely wasn’t going to meet this guy. But…it was nice to have somebody to talk to who understood you perfectly.



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