Summary: Ivey Sanders loves myspace. Not just loves, but is addicted. She bases her life off of blogs, bulletins, and picture comments. Could a certain boy help break the name "myspace whore" for her, and see what she's really missing out on in life?

Disclaimer: I am not in any association with owning myspace, and do not claim to. That's Tom's job.

This has been the best day of my life.

I was talking to Matt. I think I've fell in love within the first half hour of talking to him. You see, we maybe sort of kind of just met today. I know he goes to Thompson High, and I've noticed him everyday. I couldn't say the same thing about him, but you get the picture. I was finally talking to him. Yes, I Ivey Sanders was finally talking to Matt Jenkins. It's not like I couldn't have any other time. My friends and his friends were mutual friends, if that makes any sense. I just feel more comfortable talking to him over the computer. That way, I can say almost anything I want to him, and not see his face react to what I've said.

I guess you can say I'm a coward hiding behind my computer screen. However, I'm really not, I'm anything from a coward. I've taken many risks in my life, like bringing vodka in my water bottle to the 8th grade dance, making hobo's dance for me for change, and lots of other stuff! I'll do anything once, except for talk to Matt in person.

I quickly clicked the 'comments!" icon in the little box. Oh how I loved that symbol. I quickly read his comment, and proceeded to wait a few minutes before answering. I couldn't let him click home right after he posted my comment and see mine eagerly waiting. No, I had to play it cool, and wait let's say five minutes or so.

We were talking about the Yankee game that was on last night. My parents are in Colorado right now, and they went to see the Yankee's vs. the Rockies, I believe they are called. Stupid Colorado won, and Matt and I were both pissed. It's good to know we have a mutual love of the Yankees.

I had just submitted my comment to him, when Michelle came through the door. She took of her oversized sunglasses due to the fact that we were inside, and my room was so dark, the only light was that of which was illuminating from the computer screen.

"What are you doing?" She questioned, tilting her tanned dark haired head to the left. What does it look like I'm doing? I'm talking to the man of my dreams, woman!

"Um nothing, I'm not doing anything at all." I said to her in a rushed voice. I couldn't lie very well. She slit her eyes at me and walked over to the computer screen, flicking on the light that was on the wall beside her. I made a noise that clearly stated I've had lack of light coming to my eyes.

"You're a bad liar Ivey." She said coming up right behind me now peering over my shoulder. "Myspace? How long have you been at this for?" She asked placing her hands on her hips. She shook her head at me.

"Uh, a couple hours?" I said quietly. Hey it's not my fault Matt is a chatterbox. "And I wasn't just wasting my time you know. I was being productive with my computer time." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Come on Ivey, we have to go now remember? You promised we'd go school shopping today at noon. And it is now," She glanced at her cell phone,"12:34. I thought I was late too, but you're not even showered yet!"

I glanced down at my attire, not entirely thrilled to be putting my completely amazing conversation with Matt on hold, but I reluctantly got out of my computer chair. I wobbled a bit, having been sitting on my legs for at least 4 hours.

"Fine," I agreed, "I'll take a shower now, okay? I'll pick out my outfit, and we'll go." I said to her leaving the room to find a clean towel in the linen closet.

"You know what Ivey? I'll pick out your outfit, just to save some time, okay? I mean, you take forever, and don't argue!," she shushed me right when I opened my mouth to protest, "You take forever and I need at least 6 hours of good shopping time. So what are you waiting for? Go, go, go!" She said spinning me around and giving me a rough push into my bathroom. I silently grumbled to myself. I did not like man handling by my best friend, I did not like being forced by said best friend into going shopping with her, and I did not like her picking out my outfit!

I hurriedly took a shower and towel dried my light brown hair. I made a move for the straightener, but I quickly got a slap on the wrist. "No! There's no time!" Michelle scolded while I rubbed my wrist. I sadly looked back at my lonesome computer. Oh how I longed to be back on myspace.

"Here," Michelle said thrusting a bottle into my hand. "It's defrizzer. Since you towel dried it, it's bound to get frizzy." I looked at the bottle. Was this even mine?

"Michelle, where did you get this from?" I asked cocking my head to the side. "Do you like carry it around in your purse?" I thought that was funny if she did.

She gave me a blank stare. "It was under your sink dummy. And part your hair on the side so your bangs come out. Yours are so cute, and you always pin them back." Ah this was true. I did. I just didn't bother ever doing them.

So this is my life in a nutshell. Mall, Matt, Myspace. I know, the three M's of my life. Oh joy. Well, now it's mall time. Bye!

Author's Note I had such a random idea for a story that I just HAD to do it. Now don't get me wrong, I love myspace. I have one myself. I just think it's funny with the myspace whore's and such: But my main focus will not be all about myspace, just the trials and tribulations of one girls life who has one: But the chapters I GUARENTEE will be a lot longer. But seeing as it's just the first one, I might as well chop it a bit.

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