Relationship Status: Taken.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Summarize a short story? Dude there's no point.

I sit on the cold chair of my desk. Meaningless clicks of the mouse, over and over. Occasional typing, extreme social isolation. New status. New profile. New updates. Suddenly, someone to share my night with.

Friend Request.

Name unrecognizable, face completely new. Though something in his eyes it's hypnotizing. The way he sits in the photo. His arms loosely sitting on his lap. His hair. His clothes. His body. His name. I already love everything about him, I want to know him. Does he know me? I don't know what to do. Accept, Ignore, Accept, Ignore, Accept. Immediately I feel the rush as the profile loads. Name, interests, occupation, groups. We seem perfect for each other.

Relationship Status: Taken.

My heart lurches, stomach cries. Taken. After all this time. Taken; not for me. I can't help but still want him. Want him more than ever. I lie back, think of him. The start of our relationship, progressing deeper and deeper until we have an unconditional love and one important thing; sex.

I lie back and think of him. Is he big? Is he small? Is he passionate? Suddenly I can feel the pulse racing through my body. This secret love making me feel more and more aroused. I can't take it anymore. I feel the rush through my face, my heart pounds harder.

Remove from friends.


Submitted: October 22, 2009

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