Stephanie sighed as the phone rang again. It had been the
fourteenth phone call in the last two hours. Everyone had been calling to see
how she was doing, and how she was feeling; and to say that she was stressed out
at the moment, would be an understatement. She loved that everyone was willing
to listen to her problems, but right now, at this moment in time..she really
didn't want to talk about it, and wished people would respect her decision.
Hearing a beep coming from the dresser beside her, she could tell the answering
machine was kicking on again, she inwardly groaned, but nonetheless, waited to
see who was calling her THIS time.
"Hi. You've reached Stephanie & Paul's habitation cell, we're not here
right now, as you can tell..so either call us on our cells, or don't bother
getting in touch with us again, got it? Good."
~Beep~
"Stephanie?....Stephanie, I know you're there...pick up the phone.......all
right, fine then, don't pick up the phone. Just give me a call at 555-0199, room
12, and while you're at it..change your answering machine, Paul doesn't live
there anymore sweetie, get OVER hi-"
~Click~
Stephanie half smirked as she fingered the cord to the answering machine which
she had just pulled out. "Sorry Amy, but you made me do it."
Stephanie sighed with relief as the peace and quietness of her two story home
kicked in. She was sorry that she would probably be blocking some very important
phone calls from people, but if it left her a bit of her sanity, then it didn't
really matter.
Laying in bed for another few minutes, she couldn't help but think about Paul,
and about how much she missed him.
Turning over to her side, she stared at the picture of him and her at a taping
of Monday Night Raw, she remembered that night in questioning, it was the night
he proposed to her, little did they both know that less than two months later
they would be saying good-bye to one another, and going their separate ways.
At that thought a tear made it's way down Stephanie's face, causing her to
sniffle a little, she knew she couldn't keep doing this to herself, she had to
get up out of bed, and do something, anything really, as long as it got Paul out
of her head for a while.
Moving a little, her eyes locked on the computer that her parents had bought her
for her 24th birthday last year, sighing a little, and inwardly shrugging to
herself, she got up out of bed, and made her way towards the laptop that laid
across, what used to be, Paul's side of the dressing room table.
Taking a seat in the leather computer chair, she flipped on her computer, and
waited for it to log up.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she was actually going to go onto
the computer, and look up random people's AIM names so she could talk to them.
Sighing at the mere thought of how bored and how desperate she was at the
moment, she logged onto the Internet, and waited for the connection to make.
As the AOL screen popped up, Stephanie leaned forward in her chair, and began
clicking on icons with her mouse until she found herself in a chat room.
At first she didn't bother to write in anything, but as miscellaneous people
began writing little messages in the chat room, she couldn't help but type up a
little message in the 'Single Again' chat room.
Brwnhairgrl: Anyone want to chat?
A few people answered back with the same message: A/S/L, causing her to be
confused.
Brwnhairgrl: I'm sorta new to this whole computer technology thing..what's
A/S/L?
Just as soon as she hit 'Send', a PM message showed up on her screen, giving her
an answer to her question.
Blondboybrwn: It means: Age/Sex/Location.
"Oh." She said, before saying 'Thanks' to the stranger, and closing
his PM box.
Brwnhairgrl: 24/Female/Connecticut
Again, not even a second after she hit the 'Send' key the same guy wrote back to
her.
Blondboybrwn: Hey..Glad I'm not the only old person in here.
Stephanie bit her lip, not sure if she should talk to this guy or not, but
figured it wouldn't hurt.
Brwnhairgrl: Old? Who you callin old?
This time it took him a little longer to IM her back.
Blondboybrwn: You know what I mean! Half of these people in here are between the
ages of 15 and 20, it's kind've nice to talk to someone over the legal drinking
age.
Stephanie raised an eyebrow in interest before writing back.
Brwnhairgrl: Well, not to sound nosey, but..how old are you..or better yet,
what's your A/S/L?
After a second his response showed up on the screen causing her to be shocked.
Blondboybrown: 31/Male/Connecticut
Stephanie's hands froze as she read that last response, at the thought of this
stranger being close to Paul's age, and living in the same state as she and did
made her wonder if this could be Paul she was talking to.
Thinking quickly, she began to type out a short message, trying to test out if
he was Paul or not.
Brwnhairgrl: So, out of curiosity...which part of Connecticut are you from?
She found herself chewing on her bottom lip as she waited in anticipation for
his reply to show up on her screen, luckily for her she didn't have to wait
long.
Blondboybrwn: I'm not really from Connecticut persay, I'm just here on a small
trip.
Stephanie breathed out a sigh of relief, but still felt sort of down-fallen that
it wasn't who she thought it was.
Brwnhairgrl: So, what are you here for...business or pleasure?
Blondboybrwn: Uh...Business kind've, which right now I have to tend to. So, I'll
add you to my buddy list..k?
Stephanie read his response and began to type in her answer to his question but
another message popped up before she could.
Blondboybrwn: All right, bye.
She blinked as she read that Blondboybrwn had signed off, deleting the question
she needed to ask him.
'What's your name?'
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