Chapter 2: Hi, offline and online.

Hi, everyone I am Nick. Nice to meet you, I sing for a top ten group and the best selling boy band, the one, the only, The Backstreet Boys. We make alot of women happy of all ages, some men too. ha ha ha ha. I sound like the Joker from the Batman movies don't I? Didn't mean to frighten you.

Then now where were we. Oh yeah, as she was walking around her block to look at the sights and loose some weight, since was already valupucious and petite to start with. Her bright sun blonde hair in the wind, in her pink jacket and purple top. As she stared at the pond by her house. Praying to God and talking to herself. "I want to meet someone nice, and sweet, and hot, and fun, and will love me for me, and we'll both have dreams together alot when we first meet, and he can help me with the fights, him and his friends, and they'll all make me happy, and you can bless us, and all of our families, and our kids, and I can love him, and he'll love me, and then you can bless and protect their-our family and our kids, and our cat, whom I am going to name "Smores", because I want to have to have a cat named "smores". Aman." as she bowed her head and held her hands to pray for a couple minutes.

"Jessica!" her mom for her. "What MOM?" She replied back. "I need you to do the laundry, then the dishes, and then sweep the upstairs, and do the clothes in your room, and make sure you clean your bathroom some, before you go back to work on Monday." she told her as soon as she got on the front porch, her blue jeans starting to ride up her butt. She knew she had to work out too.

She got to work, cleaning the dishes, Jessica was moving too fast and sent a fork flying to where the dishes were and knocked down a mug, that reads "We Love Cats" on to the floor and it nearly broke. "Do'h" she growled. "I need to be more careful and pay attention." She said to herself, while her mom and grandma got prepared for their shopping trip. "Ok, you got your water?" her mom, asked her grandma. "I got it, and I got my check book, my wallet, and my purse, and the recepit to return the pants, and the the cleaner we didn't need." Her grandma was in a flower top and blue pants, and a voliet and blue stripped fancy coat. Her mom was in a simple light sweat shirt that was blue with one big sewed on flower on it, and her blonde hair cut near her ears, and light blue jeans, and simple white tennis shoes they all we're wearing.

As they left, "See you guys, love you." She said in the kitchen, and then waved a couple minutes later when they left. She sighed. "I have tried asking every guy out that I could find." She talked to herself in her simple purple t-shirt and blue jeans. "I have tried asking just to "be friends". So I can get out more. Why won't it work!" She started talking louder to herself. "Then I like those guys I have been talking to for a long time, I should probably ask what their real names are." She sighed as she put the final dish a way. She began debating with herself. Then started putting the sliverware away and pacing inbetween a couple minutes at a time. "YES, I SHOULD."

Then a couple minutes later, when she did the laundry. "NO, I SHOULDN'T.", then at the end of the laundry. "YES, I SHOULD."

Then in the bathroom, while she was cleaning the stuff that had to be satinize and clean since it had the tiniest bit of pink and was dusty, due to lack of cleaning, and she didn't want to get as bad as when her brother have had the room. He had moved out and moved on with his girlfriend and his money, therefore making her responsible. Not a good situation, when the best job you can get is working at a retail store in a Deli.

Then when she picked up her laundry off of her rocking chair to put them away, "YES, I SHOULD.". She sighed again, "NO, I SHOULDN'T."

"Ok, let's argue the pros and cons of this. Here are the pros:" She started talking to herself. "They might be nice, they might be cute, they might be ok with it, they might meet me someday, or cheer me up without me begging them to anymore. One of them might be the guy I want, and have the perfect size penis I need to make me happy when I get married. He might be wanting to be a serious and actually loving realationship with a Demon Slayer like me." As she put away the bathroom towels of different colors.

"The Cons:" she sighed and began to cry a little, knowing how much trouble she had with men and friends and how people tended to lie, and her fear of committment and how often her family tended to pull her away. "They might be cons, murders, or rapests. They could be using me for sex only, somehow, since I know some adult men near my age tend to do that, they might not even like me, and never want to talk to me again, once they see my pictures of me. They may want to insult me all the time, they might have girlfriends and wives and be cheating on them. She began to tear, darn she is a crier. Then put her long hair into a small ponytail. And ran the sweeper, and got all the old stuff she had sorted and hadn't use to the used book store about a half hour away from the apartment buildings her family lived at.

Then when she got back, she got online, and went to the website, "www.needbestiestolove.org." and began talking to her friends. Blonde544 was on, "I want to have a picture of you cutie." I wrote to her. "Really?" She asked under, "Demonslayer445", "Well, yeah, your so funny, and you keep calling my friends and I food names."

"LOL"

"Well, I can't help it, your all very sweet guys, you are men aren't you?" She joked with I and the other 4 on there.

"Yes, we are.", I replied back.

"Good, and you all know each other too, right?" She messaged me back.

"Great, well, then you send me your picture to my friends and I." I replied back.

She didn't reply for like a whole 5 minutes. In cute and simple green short night gown with no sleeves. "On one condition, you guys tell me WHO YOU ARE FOR REAL."

"What?" I replied back. "No, we can't." I told her.

"Why not?" She sent me.

"Are you famous?" "CIA?", "President's Secrect Service?", "The Backstreet Boys?" She sent me successively.

"Because you do alot of things in sync for all male friends, more than most people I have seen or meet."

"ok", I sent her on private message and not in the chat room. "We are."

"What? CIA?" She asked again that night.

"No, Backstreet Boys." I replied back.

"Oh!" She sent me back.

"Ok, if we start telling us who we are on here, will you explain what you can of my weird dreams with you and your odd stories and weird name for a girl on here a little better." I sent her.

"If you have trouble focusing on what you write us, since you type like super fast. I can help!" I told her.

She sent me back a " :) " a happy smilely. "Ok, I will, and I will guerrila market you guys too for free. YAY!" She replied back.

Then she sent I and all the guys, hugs and ":*s" kisses. I smiled. I like this chick.