This story is a working process. It is shakily based on a relationship I had with this boy. sigh Painful, empty memories, they were. Anyway, this is a sort of experiment, so please excuse me if it comes off as a little rough.
Chapter One: IM Conversation #52
cool-aid58: talk to me jess
babyblues118: how was the game last night?
cool-aid58: Don't remind me
babyblues118: oh i see
babyblues118: y'all lost
cool-aid58: arghh, jess...i thought you loved me
babyblues118: I heart more than you know, reed
cool-aid58: :-) and you practically own me, jess
cool-aid58: what--you don't believe me?
cool-aid58: :o how dare you question my love! girl, don't you know I would take the moon away from heaven just so people could see it is you who lights us the night and not that holy piece of round cheese
babyblues118: not bad, Romeo, but that's just a little less than romantic
cool-aid58: I could give you the stars...
babyblues118: now, that's just crazy...and tired out
cool-aid58: :-( what do you want from me, jess?
babyblues118: maybe something real
cool-aid58: you lost me
babyblues118: so what happened?
babyblues118: at the game, I mean
cool-aid58: patrick fumbled the ball twice--once before almost making the winning touchdown
babyblues118: that sucks
cool-aid58: I know
cool-aid58: hey, I g2g
babyblues118: k bye
cool-aid58: c ya
cool-aid58: luv ya