‘Hi guys, Hayley here! I’m a happy girl, searching for some fun in her fucking bored life. I’m from somewhere in the U.S, you don’t have to know where exactly, because I simply don’t know who’s going to read this. Maybe you’re some creep and the only thing you want to do, is to stalk me and than kill me (which would be very weird, because I don’t know why you would kill me anyway, but still), you never know in America! Well, I’m just trying to say that I need some more fun in my life. It’s boring and there has to be a way to make it some more exciting! So I said to myself: “Hayley, get yourself a pen pal! NOW!” and that’s the reason you’re reading this –how should I call it…- entry? Anyway, I’m a hyperactive squee-ish girl, so if you’d like to mail with me, just answer me, okay?
Xoxo Hayley’

Brendon started to smile. This was exactly the kind of girl he was looking for: happy and hyperactive, just as he was. He really wanted to answer Hayley, but how? Just tell her that he wanted to mail with her? Or tell her something more about him and his life?
'Hi there Hayley! I’m Brendon and I want to-' and before he finished the sentence, he already deleted it. What if she thought he was boring? ‘Just keep writing, Brendon, just keep writing…’

‘Hi there Hayley! Wow, it’s obvious that you’re a hyperactive girl! I think we could write some totally ass-kicking e-mails! I really liked your entry –or to be honest, I just loved it, seriously…- and I won’t kill you ;) I’m from America too, and I agree with you, it’s way too early to tell exactly where we live. Oh, I’m really some dumb-fuck, damn! I’m Brendon, damn how could I forget to tell you that?!
So, I’m Brendon, I’m a 16 year old testosterone-boy and I don’t know what you’d like to know more. Oh, I love to write, especially poems, or as I call it: ‘lyrics’. Now you’re probably thinking: why the hell does he calls his poems lyrics? Well, I’m not paying much attention on being popular, but I don’t want to be bullied. So poems are kind of girly, and lyrics sounds way more cool, don’t you think?
Anyway, I would love to write with you, I think we’re going to have loads of fun :D

See ya
Brendon’

Brendon read his reply to Hayley again. And again, and again. He really didn’t want to get a reply back with a ‘Who the hell do you think you are, I don’t want to write with you, don’t bother me again!’ –well, that still would be better than get no reply at all. ‘Okay Brendon, now or never, press the answer button, now!’ After Brendon stared for five minutes to the answer button, he took the mouse and clicked it. He really sent it, and he hated himself already for doing that. 


AN: Please let me know what you think, as this is my prologue, so if you'd like me to write on ^^ And thanks to roenierfor being my beta ^^