Ill meet you in cyberspace (part 1)

The clock on the wall showed 12.30 AM. Tom sighed. He pulled the covers down and stepped out of bed. He got himself some coffee and sat behind his computer. The last month he had trouble sleeping. Tom had no idea why, he just had it. Dan said he needed to shag but what's Dan, oh right, still a virgin, what does he know about sex?! Though Dan was now seeing a really pretty girl and their relationship went to the direction of shagging. Oh well, good for him, Tom still couldn't sleep. So he decided, like every other sleepless night, to surf on the web. Last week he discovered this movie freaks site and he chat with them until he was tired enough to fall asleep. Tom didn't know much about movies, he never had much time to watch them, or he never made time to watch them but that was no problem, when he chat with them and they started talking about a movie he knew nothing about (which happened a lot), he just googled it up and said what he had to say. It was a real hoot to see people react when Tom said the movie was a bloody waste of his time when it was a Steven Spielberg movie or something like that. He was just discussing a new movie with movie_freak_geak when someone Tom hadn't met logged in. Familiar as this chat box had become he talked to her.

notanaturalblond: hi
redpassionending: hi
redpassionending: you new here?
redpassionending: never saw you here before...
notanaturalblond: second week
notanaturalblond: never saw you before either
redpassionending: work :)
notanaturalblond: so, what do you think of spielberg newest movie?
redpassionending: you mean war of the worlds?


Yeah, duh..
The kid that plays Robbie, I forgot his name, he's sooo cute!

Caitlin always stayed up late. She was home alone so, why not? Although, home alone.... She ran away from home when she was 10 (me: I know, pretty young, you'll find out later). She had met this guy on the internet and they became really close friends and when she said she needed to get away from her 'family', she could immediately move in with him. England felt like home to her and she enjoyed every day there. Caitlin was planning to buy her own place when she had enough money but that never happened. Her friend moved to a fancy apartment and gave her the house. It was a really old house but she loved it. So when Gary (this friend) left, he gave her the key to the house, "see it as a birthday present". She smiled. He was now in Japan for a fancy fashion show. He got all the great trips, she thought of herself, it's not fair. Not that she had to complain. Caitlin is gifted and she has the ability to see ghost's so she's never alone. At the age of 11, she met Bonnie, a little girl that was supposed to be Death itself but she never tried to hurt Cate and they were really good friends. When she moved in the old house, she slowly began to build a good friendship with Anna. She was a young woman that married she wrong guy and he smacked her to death. Now, she was the reason Caitlins house was so clean. Caitlin smiled, she could have never done it without them.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by a famous bleep. Automatically she had logged in on moviefreaks.com and someone was talking to her.

notanaturalblond: hi
redpassionending: hi
redpassionending: you new here?
redpassionending: never saw you here before...
notanaturalblond: second week
notanaturalblond: never saw you before either
redpassionending: work :)
notanaturalblond: so, what do you think of spielberg newest movie?
redpassionending: you mean war of the worlds?

It became silent. "Whatever" she mumbled and stood up to make some tea. Suddenly Bonnie sat on one of the bar stools. "Hej Bonnie, what's up?" "Nothing" They smiled. Bonnie stared at her with her dark grey eyes. She did that a lot. In the beginning it was creeping Cate out but not anymore, she didn't even noticed it anymore. When she poured the hot water into a cup, Bonnie turned her head to the computer and then back at Caitlin. "Yes?" Caitlin automatically said. They knew each other to well. "You've got mail" Bonnie said. Caitlin heard the bleep. "Thanks Bon" she grabbed two limps of sugar and walked back to the computer.

notanaturalblond: yup, that one

I know what kind of type you are she thought. And I know just how to deal with you

redpassionending: you had to google it up first?
notanaturalblond: what makes you think that?
redpassionending: it took long
notanaturalblond: i came out on all kinds of commercial sites ;)
redpassionending: gottcha!
notanaturalblond: i confess!
redpassionending: tell me my son, what's on your mind?

Normally she would kick his ass but something stopped her. He was friendly. Maybe she could keep him as a friend. (she's not the real social type, not that she's hiding in her house all the time but she doesn't trust people easily, you'll learn)

notanaturalblond: i met this girl on the web and i wished i knew her name, holy father. she caught me when i tried to swindle her on the web, my father
redpassionending: hahaha! nice try, you first!
notanaturalblond: tom
redpassionending: caitlin
notanaturalblond: pretty name
redpassionending: thank you, but my friends call me cate so, ah well, what harm does it do? ;)
notanaturalblond: im flattered, you can call me tom
redpassionending: and that is short from?
notanaturalblond: youre so funny
redpassionending: i know
redpassionending: i could call you blondie
notanaturalblond: you could, but im a brunette so...
redpassionending: that explains the name

Tom smiled. He liked her already. They talked for 2 hours. In the mean time, Tom had drunk 5 cup of coffee's to stay awake. Caitlin had got three lectures of Anna to keep the trash separated and 3 cups of tea, when she said she needed to go to bed.

*continues reading*

notanaturalblond: NO! dont go! dont leave me! what am i suppose to do when i cant talk to you!
redpassionending: eh.. sleeping? you do live in england right?
notanaturalblond: yes but i have trouble sleeping
redpassionending: ill come and sing you a lullaby
notanaturalblond: youre on!
notanaturalblond: you need to work tomorrow?
redpassionending: sort of, tomorrow evening
notanaturalblond: then you can stay awake a little longer
notanaturalblond: where do you work?
redpassionending: in a club
notanaturalblond: really? what kind of club?
redpassionending: eh.... just a club? loads of vips come there
notanaturalblond: you mean vic?
redpassionending: very irritating club, yup
notanaturalblond: hahaha
redpassionending: you ever been there?
notanaturalblond: if i say yes, am i a vip then?
redpassionending: no
notanaturalblond: why not?
redpassionending: 'normal people come there to! how else do we earn our money? pay the bills?
notanaturalblond: i have been there, twice
redpassionending: good
notanaturalblond: what did you meant with 'normal' people
redpassionending: everyone is normal. or you could say everyone is not normal. 'famous' people are just normal people. they take a dump every morning just like you and me

Tom smiled. The first time he met someone who thought like that. Normal people.

notanaturalblond: so you wont scream if tom felton walks by
redpassionending: whos tom felton?
notanaturalblond: you dont know him?
redpassionending: should i?
notanaturalblond: no

Tom sat back and relaxed. She didn't knew who he was. He could talk to her without being afraid is stands in the gossip magazines the very next day. "Mmmh... I wonder..." He was going to try something out.

notanaturalblond: see my last name is felton so i feel really hurt that youre not going to scream when i walk next to you
redpassionending: well im chatting with you, am i not?
notanaturalblond: true
notanaturalblond: so, you work in a club, which means youre 18
redpassionending: nope, 17
notanaturalblond: ah!
redpassionending: but you would say that :D i look like im 18. and i know the owner and ive worked there for... 4 years
notanaturalblond: 4 years? that means you started when you where 13!
redpassionending: you know, organising, inventory check, i can handle annoying drunk people, i know my way around with computers... i always have some work to do
notanaturalblond: aha
redpassionending: and how old are you?
notanaturalblond: 18
redpassionending: you have your drivers licence?!
notanaturalblond: yup
redpassionending: you own a car?!
notanaturalblond: yes
redpassionending: no! thats not fair!
Redpassionending: dont tell me you have a bmw. i love them
notanaturalblond: a 318 coupe
redpassionending: im not talking to anymore!
notanaturalblond: ill take you for a ride sometimes
redpassionending: so we can shag in the back of your car?
notanaturalblond: could be :D
redpassionending: pig
redpassionending: so i guess you arent a virgin anymore?
notanaturalblond: he im 18!
redpassionending: and a guy, i should have known
notanaturalblond: thanks...
redpassionending: youre welcome
redpassionending:!!!
notanaturalblond: what???
redpassionending: look at the time!

Tom looked at the clock hanging on the wall above the couch. Half past 6. "Wow..." he muttered.

notanaturalblond: good morning
redpassionending: good night i would say, i need to work at eleven till 4, im going to bed
notanaturalblond: alright alright, ill let you go only if you promise me youre here tomorrow night again
redpassionending: why???
notanaturalblond: because i like talking to you
redpassionending: see you tomorrow ;)
notanaturalblond: wait! send a photo from yourself!
redpassionending has logged off

"Damn..." Tom knew she read the message. Why did she logged of? Maybe she's one of those freaks that pretend to be a model like and then turn out to be really fat. Tom thought back of his previous girlfriends. Molly was kind of chubby. Helen was thin. Really thin. And she had no boobs either. Just as kind as the weight of fat on her body. Zero. Molly was nice. But she only liked him for his money and fame. Then there was Ginger. She was hot. To bad she moved and met someone else. But that was 5 years ago.

Tom yawned. He was tired. He, Dan, Rupert and some others had to go to some sort of festival for the disabled children. That was always fun. The faces they had when they saw them. Tom run his hand through his hair. Not like normal, he decided to keep it long for the Harry Potter shootings and visits and all. Dan said it was hard to separate him and Draco when Tom picked on him again. That always made him smile and then Dan would go on and on about it. "So you are Tom! I'm sorry, I couldn't tell!" Tom chuckled. He had known Dan for almost 8 years now and they had become close friends. With a smile on his face the logged off and turned the computer off. He let himself fall on his bed and fell asleep. What would Cate be doing right now? he wondered. Is it possible he already liked her? Oh Lord, I think I've fallen for a girl I've never met! With this thought he fell asleep.
About 2 hours away, a young brunette also turned the computer off, fell on the bed, and wondered if she could already like him. She never was happy with the way she looked. She used to be a bit fat but she lost a lot of weight and now, she was sort of slim, but wide. She hated it. It wasn't symmetric. It didn't fit her. Then she joined this self-defence club and she was more happy with the way she looked. But that was not what she was thinking. "What is he doing right now?" she softly whispered "Can I fall so quickly for someone? Wait! What am I thinking! He doesnt like me! Why should he?!