She stepped into her room, turning on her little portable heater to retain some form of "warm" and setting her 5th mug of hot chocolate down on her old computer desk. She set everything up, the sat down and huddled up on the computer chair, drawing her knees up to her chest. After taking a huge gulp of throat-burning chocolaty liquid, [Name] opened up pesterchum and sent a video request to the bright red, unmistakable name on her friends list. turntechGodhead.
She shivered and waited while the little loading screen indicated a pending request. Finally, a little approved message appeared on the screen, and it changed from "pending..." to "connecting..." while she stared. She put on her best smile, and smoothed down her hair, waiting for the camera to turn on and for her to meet the guy she's been crushing on ever since their first exchange of messages.
[ chumHandle [CH] starting pesterign turntechGodhead [TG] ]
CH: Holy burrito-babies you will not believe what just happened during math class!
TG: thats such a lame overused excuse
TG: wrong handle my ass
TG: you dont need to deny anything we all know this was on purpose
TG: you want the stri-d thats all the explanation you need
TG: no excuses needed because the stri-d is served 24 hours a day over at my place
CH: Stri-D that sounds like some type of juice.
TG: you know it
TG: gotta get that vitamin d
[Name] remembered that awkward (and somewhat flirtatious) conversation, and she giggled a bit. As she fondly recalled the memory of...oh, maybe a year and a half ago, when she was 16 and he was 17, the screen made a small "ding" and her frost-tickled face appeared on the screen. Her cheeks and nose were pink from the cold, and she glanced over to Dave's side of the screen.
Holy shit no no no abort mission abort mission problem code 3375 he's actually really really hot. Not to mention shirtless. He gave off a little half-smirk and crossed his arms over his bare chest.
"Well that's a rude way to say hello. I'm offended, wow. Maybe I should just go gather up a group of people like me, offended by their friends hellos, and start a protest." You sputtered, and covered your mouth with your gloved hand. He even sounded amazing.
"Where's your shirt!?"
"It's over 100 degrees out here in Texas, [Name]. I take it you live farther up north than I do. Well, news flash, the temperature here ranges from hot as balls to hell, and it's hell right now. I've got Satan sitting outside my window, throwing me the devil's horns," he lifted up his hand to make a "Rock On" sign, "and smiling like the dancing, grinning fuck-up he is. Wanna go say hello?"
"I...uh..." You couldn't find it in you to speak. Not at all. He chuckled and leaned forward, cradling his chin with one hand.
"I told you that you wanted the Stri-D."