Once upon a time there was a girl named Avery, and she had golden blonde hair and ringlets that she got frustrated with, because if she didn't want to style them they got extremely frizzy and annoying. She had beautiful emerald green eyes, larger than normal eyes, and small pink lips. Fragile, pretty, and yet extremely beautiful. Yes, she was all these things, but she couldn't imagine why any guy would ever like her. Knowing she was beautiful wasn't enough for her - at least not outer beauty. Seeking inner beauty is what she was all about. It didn't even bug her, really, the 'fact' - in her mind - that she would never get a guy; more the absolute fact that [was a crazy, manipulative, annoying, awkward, rude girl, made her crazy. By others she was seen as sweet, funny, cute, and yes sometimes awkward, but that was part of what made her so unique and amazing to the one man who ever truly loved her for her, and not her looks.
I'm sure you all know about the app Draw Something, and she had it. Avery would go on it everyday and draw things for people, and most would get it, but some didn't. Her way of thinking was very specific, and to express it through drawing was easy for her - but for others it wasn't. They looked at her drawings and didn't get what she was going for. There was one user, however, with which our story truly begins, and who was the only one who completely got her way of thinking. They would chat over the game for hours, while drawing pictures of course - that is the only way you can talk on that app.
One day, though, she assumed he was fed up with only being able to chat with her that much. He wanted to talk with her endlessly and never stop. Or, that's what she wanted to believe. When she talked to him she felt as if she could never be sad again, because somebody was talking to her and making her feel special, without even knowing what she looked like. But why she felt he wanted to talk to her more was because he introduced her to an app called Words With Friends. It was a fairly fun game, but the chatting part was the best, because she could send as many messages as she wanted to him. His username was Rambo Jesus1, and she eventually got up the nerve to ask him what his real name was. Jason, he said, along with a long message. Never did she tell him that she loved the name Jason, that it was amazing to her, because she went on to answer his message, and forgot about the name part. Avery never forgot his name, but she did forget to respond about it. He already knew her name, though: She used facebook for the app, so it showed her name. But as the days went on and on, they got to know more about each other and flirt with each other. For instance, their ages.
He was 19, and she was 14, turning 15. At first, he told her about working for SWAT, and she just laughed and responded "Hey, wait a second... Exactly how old ARE you?" He responded with 19, and called her the predator because she had mentioned exams, and he though she was in college... but she meant for high school. As she explained this he couldn't help but send that it was typical to misinterpret things when you lived in different countries, and then asked for her real age. She figured he wouldn't care since their was no chance of them getting together anyways, so she told him the truth. The conversation went on, most things flirty and cute, but the one thing that really stuck in her mind was that he said 'predator', as in somebody who liked or loved somebody younger than them. At least, in her mind. So she came to the conclusion that he did like her, and everything about her. Even her annoying habit of rambling just seemed to amuse him.
The weeks and months went by though, and soon they barely ever messaged each other about anything but the game at all. It made her so sad, so very very sad. She had grown to love him. He was everything she wanted in a guy, and more. One day she asked him for his Facebook and he gave her it, and their 'relationship' started up again. This time, though, more personal information was revealed.
Two months later, during the summer holidays, she was at the movies with some friends, when she got a message from him on Facebook about meeting up. Confused, she went to the bathroom to message him back - Even though the movie hadn't started yet, it was still rude to use your phone in the movie theater. Inquiring about what he meant, he asked her where she was.
Well, I'm at the movies.
Which one? I can meet you there. I'm in Hamilton right now.
Her heart was beating really fast with nervousness, but she decided to accept against her better judgement. Avery really had grown to love Jason, and him coming all the way here just to meet her was sweet. So, when she told her friends to come out and wait with her, they exchanged their tickets for a different movie that started a little later, and when he arrived, he messaged her, asking if she was in a group of 6 girls. Which in fact, she was. Looking around, she saw a tall handsome teenager with blue eyes and black hair avidly gazing at her, and automatically recognized him from his Facebook photos.
"JASON!" She exclaimed, running towards him and jumping in his arms without thinking. He just stood there shocked, but after a second put his arms around her and kissed her on the top of the head. She just couldn't believe it, it had to be a dream.
Over the next few weeks, they developed a bond beyond anything she could imagine, and everything was perfect - Until it came to telling her parents.
I'm sure you all know about the app Draw Something, and she had it. Avery would go on it everyday and draw things for people, and most would get it, but some didn't. Her way of thinking was very specific, and to express it through drawing was easy for her - but for others it wasn't. They looked at her drawings and didn't get what she was going for. There was one user, however, with which our story truly begins, and who was the only one who completely got her way of thinking. They would chat over the game for hours, while drawing pictures of course - that is the only way you can talk on that app.
One day, though, she assumed he was fed up with only being able to chat with her that much. He wanted to talk with her endlessly and never stop. Or, that's what she wanted to believe. When she talked to him she felt as if she could never be sad again, because somebody was talking to her and making her feel special, without even knowing what she looked like. But why she felt he wanted to talk to her more was because he introduced her to an app called Words With Friends. It was a fairly fun game, but the chatting part was the best, because she could send as many messages as she wanted to him. His username was Rambo Jesus1, and she eventually got up the nerve to ask him what his real name was. Jason, he said, along with a long message. Never did she tell him that she loved the name Jason, that it was amazing to her, because she went on to answer his message, and forgot about the name part. Avery never forgot his name, but she did forget to respond about it. He already knew her name, though: She used facebook for the app, so it showed her name. But as the days went on and on, they got to know more about each other and flirt with each other. For instance, their ages.
He was 19, and she was 14, turning 15. At first, he told her about working for SWAT, and she just laughed and responded "Hey, wait a second... Exactly how old ARE you?" He responded with 19, and called her the predator because she had mentioned exams, and he though she was in college... but she meant for high school. As she explained this he couldn't help but send that it was typical to misinterpret things when you lived in different countries, and then asked for her real age. She figured he wouldn't care since their was no chance of them getting together anyways, so she told him the truth. The conversation went on, most things flirty and cute, but the one thing that really stuck in her mind was that he said 'predator', as in somebody who liked or loved somebody younger than them. At least, in her mind. So she came to the conclusion that he did like her, and everything about her. Even her annoying habit of rambling just seemed to amuse him.
The weeks and months went by though, and soon they barely ever messaged each other about anything but the game at all. It made her so sad, so very very sad. She had grown to love him. He was everything she wanted in a guy, and more. One day she asked him for his Facebook and he gave her it, and their 'relationship' started up again. This time, though, more personal information was revealed.
Two months later, during the summer holidays, she was at the movies with some friends, when she got a message from him on Facebook about meeting up. Confused, she went to the bathroom to message him back - Even though the movie hadn't started yet, it was still rude to use your phone in the movie theater. Inquiring about what he meant, he asked her where she was.
Well, I'm at the movies.
Which one? I can meet you there. I'm in Hamilton right now.
Her heart was beating really fast with nervousness, but she decided to accept against her better judgement. Avery really had grown to love Jason, and him coming all the way here just to meet her was sweet. So, when she told her friends to come out and wait with her, they exchanged their tickets for a different movie that started a little later, and when he arrived, he messaged her, asking if she was in a group of 6 girls. Which in fact, she was. Looking around, she saw a tall handsome teenager with blue eyes and black hair avidly gazing at her, and automatically recognized him from his Facebook photos.
"JASON!" She exclaimed, running towards him and jumping in his arms without thinking. He just stood there shocked, but after a second put his arms around her and kissed her on the top of the head. She just couldn't believe it, it had to be a dream.
Over the next few weeks, they developed a bond beyond anything she could imagine, and everything was perfect - Until it came to telling her parents.
Anywho, check back in a couple days and I may have a story about their troubles and fixing them. It really is interesting, what I fantasized about, but this is a basic back-story that I had to do first. I love writing, and someday I might make a novel out of this story. A forbidden romance, almost. But for now, I'm just concentrating on getting the basics out, which may mean excluding a lot of minor details. If you'd like, though, I can draw the story out in many journal entries. In fact, I will. Thanks for your time, guys, and I hope you like my daydreams as much as your own. smile
