I wrote Matt... At least I think it's Matt, Cal-Matt a letter. On Facebook. Oh yeah, who's hyperventilating every time she gets a notification from Facebook? That would be this stupid girl, right here! *points*

:: She had been curious; there was nothing but the want, the desire, the need... She shouldn't. It was absolutely forbidden, a breach of trust and the boundaries of friendship and everything she'd enjoyed so much- all this she knew. And all this could no longer restrain her. She just... had to. It was like a siren's call. Every once in a while it hit, this irresistible urge to -try-. To satiate the curiosity that played just under the surface of every word, every thought, every... thing connected to him. Granted, nothing had prepared her for the day that curiosity was sated- honestly, she'd never thought it would happen. It wasn't the prize that interested her, it was the puzzle. But... now that the puzzle was solved? :: Crap. Seriously, how was I supposed to know they'd just put their names out there for anyone to see?? :: A laugh burbled out, pleasant in its midrange notes, as the caller accused her of being a creepy stalker. Eyes the color of that blue children use to color an ocean picture widen and her nose wrinkles as she contemplates the possibility, chuckling under her breath. :: Yeah, thanks, you're a huge help! Alright, I'll see ya this weekend. Love you, Mom. :: She snaps the cell phone closed, stares at it for a couple seconds as her good humor collapses, anxiety forcing her expression into seriousness. God, what had happened? What now?? ::

Sometimes, I feel like writing outside of myself is the only way to depict anything.

:: A glance at the clock. :: Shit! :: Getting late, had to be up early for PT. Damn knees. So much stuff to do this week. The thoughts flew through her head- shadowing, assignments, exams, work, don't forget Erin's books, study study study!!, get Mom's tickets- oh that'll be fun! The computer playing Tori Amos binged, "Mail!" and just getting the mouse to the icon nearly had her heart through her chest. Then... the sight she'd hoped would never come- "Facebook". Adrenaline surged, heart pounded, breath shallow, Erin had written something. She blinked at the merciless trickster, that Facebook email, and had a sudden urge to laugh- breathless, relieved, shaky. Laughing at herself. Of course it wouldn't be him... ::