Exposed: Book One of The Love Seekers Series by Maria Vickers Page A
Authors: Maria Vickers
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finally managed to get online later in the day, the first thing he typed had me guffawing and wiping tears away. I had a hard time trying to tamp down my laughter in order to answer him.
Bryan: I’m giving up alcohol for Lent.
Re–reading that one sentence still threw me into a fit of giggles.
Me: Lent is done. Easter was two months ago.
Bryan: I don’t care.
Me: Are you even Catholic?
Because isn’t it only the Catholic religion that practices Lent?
Bryan: No, they aren’t, and no I’m not. I’m Baptist. Don’t care though.
Me: Riiiiight.
Bryan: What’s that supposed to mean?
Me: Nothing. LOL.
My chuckles filled the air, echoing throughout the room, which in turn startled my dog, who immediately ran out of my bedroom and down the hall. I could hear his little feet pounding on the hardwood floor in the hall. Between the two incidences, I laughed some more. Tears spilled down my face; I couldn’t stop. My sides began to hurt and I could hear the dings of his response, but I still did not stop laughing.
Several minutes later, breathing heavily, I wiped my tears again and blew my nose. Sniffling, I giggled a little more and grabbed my computer. His irritation oozed from the computer.
Bryan: Are you laughing at me?
What the fuck are you doing over there?
Whatever. I don’t need to deal with you right now.
I’m logging off.
The little green circle next to his name had disappeared, which meant he really had logged off, and for whatever reason, I found that hilarious as well. His alcohol consumption must have been a lot if he was saying stuff like he was giving up alcohol for Lent. Why did that even pop into his head?
After my bad manners, I FaceSpace stalked him, waiting for the moment the green circle appeared again, and when I saw the green light, I jumped on him like a ninja snatching up her prey. Okay, not literally since we were in two different states, but I clicked on his name faster than I’ve ever clicked before.
Me: SORRY!
FaceSpace always told me when someone looked at my messages because it changed from a clear circle next to the name to a grey circle with a time stamp. He either had not seen my message, or he ignored it. Well, he was about to learn that I knew how to play the message bombing game just as well as he did.
Me: Don’t be a big baby.
SORRY again .
Hello.
I’m not stopping until u talk to me.
How much did u have to drink last night?
Lent is a year away. If u give it up now, ur ahead of the game. LOL.
I really am sorry.
Please ?
I couldn’t stop laughing. It wasn’t you though.
It’s not you, it’s me. :P LOL
It was something else that happened at the exact same time.
I swear!
He still ignored me, and I made the same threat he used on me multiple times.
Me: Don’t make me call Mel.
Bryan: U wouldn’t because u don’t want her to know we’re talking.
I’m what’s hiding in ur precious closet ready to spring free.
Me: I would.
Bryan: Nope. U r too chicken shit to call her.
Me: Pulling her up on my phone right now.
Actually, no I wasn’t and I wouldn’t. He called it accurately, but he didn’t have to know that.
Bryan: Ha! U wouldn’t dare.
Well shit! Now it had turned into a dare of sorts. That changed things completely. Something about him made me want to rise to the challenge and prove him wrong. Plus it was fun. Now I had to call my friend. Unlocking my phone, I found her number and hit TALK.
Me: It’s ringing.
Two rings and then it sent me to voicemail. Damn. My eyes glanced at the clock briefly and it knew it was early. Only 8:16 P.M. She was off work, however, no answer usually meant Luke had her otherwise occupied doing something.
Me: You’re in luck my friend. Voicemail.
Bryan: I can’t believe you called her. Please tell me you didn’t really go through with it.
Me: I did. Why?
Bryan: It’s Luke and Mel’s anniversary.
Me: Oh shit.
Bryan:
Bryan: I’m giving up alcohol for Lent.
Re–reading that one sentence still threw me into a fit of giggles.
Me: Lent is done. Easter was two months ago.
Bryan: I don’t care.
Me: Are you even Catholic?
Because isn’t it only the Catholic religion that practices Lent?
Bryan: No, they aren’t, and no I’m not. I’m Baptist. Don’t care though.
Me: Riiiiight.
Bryan: What’s that supposed to mean?
Me: Nothing. LOL.
My chuckles filled the air, echoing throughout the room, which in turn startled my dog, who immediately ran out of my bedroom and down the hall. I could hear his little feet pounding on the hardwood floor in the hall. Between the two incidences, I laughed some more. Tears spilled down my face; I couldn’t stop. My sides began to hurt and I could hear the dings of his response, but I still did not stop laughing.
Several minutes later, breathing heavily, I wiped my tears again and blew my nose. Sniffling, I giggled a little more and grabbed my computer. His irritation oozed from the computer.
Bryan: Are you laughing at me?
What the fuck are you doing over there?
Whatever. I don’t need to deal with you right now.
I’m logging off.
The little green circle next to his name had disappeared, which meant he really had logged off, and for whatever reason, I found that hilarious as well. His alcohol consumption must have been a lot if he was saying stuff like he was giving up alcohol for Lent. Why did that even pop into his head?
After my bad manners, I FaceSpace stalked him, waiting for the moment the green circle appeared again, and when I saw the green light, I jumped on him like a ninja snatching up her prey. Okay, not literally since we were in two different states, but I clicked on his name faster than I’ve ever clicked before.
Me: SORRY!
FaceSpace always told me when someone looked at my messages because it changed from a clear circle next to the name to a grey circle with a time stamp. He either had not seen my message, or he ignored it. Well, he was about to learn that I knew how to play the message bombing game just as well as he did.
Me: Don’t be a big baby.
SORRY again .
Hello.
I’m not stopping until u talk to me.
How much did u have to drink last night?
Lent is a year away. If u give it up now, ur ahead of the game. LOL.
I really am sorry.
Please ?
I couldn’t stop laughing. It wasn’t you though.
It’s not you, it’s me. :P LOL
It was something else that happened at the exact same time.
I swear!
He still ignored me, and I made the same threat he used on me multiple times.
Me: Don’t make me call Mel.
Bryan: U wouldn’t because u don’t want her to know we’re talking.
I’m what’s hiding in ur precious closet ready to spring free.
Me: I would.
Bryan: Nope. U r too chicken shit to call her.
Me: Pulling her up on my phone right now.
Actually, no I wasn’t and I wouldn’t. He called it accurately, but he didn’t have to know that.
Bryan: Ha! U wouldn’t dare.
Well shit! Now it had turned into a dare of sorts. That changed things completely. Something about him made me want to rise to the challenge and prove him wrong. Plus it was fun. Now I had to call my friend. Unlocking my phone, I found her number and hit TALK.
Me: It’s ringing.
Two rings and then it sent me to voicemail. Damn. My eyes glanced at the clock briefly and it knew it was early. Only 8:16 P.M. She was off work, however, no answer usually meant Luke had her otherwise occupied doing something.
Me: You’re in luck my friend. Voicemail.
Bryan: I can’t believe you called her. Please tell me you didn’t really go through with it.
Me: I did. Why?
Bryan: It’s Luke and Mel’s anniversary.
Me: Oh shit.
Bryan:
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