I'm not the one for showing off. Actually, I'm more of the type that would wish to be invisible not to do shenanigans but just so I wouldn't feel the weight of people's eyes. But little Miss Invisible, I couldn't even think of those words without using an Irish accent, decided to do something more drastic. Not like hang out with people that weren't related to me, that was too much. No, I just showed off my body on the internet. 

It was eleven o'clock, one hour before FBF, that's full body Friday for those who use the app, ended. Males and especially females of all colors and shape took the time to show off their figure. Some showed more, some showed less, I was going to be in the less category. Even some of the girls were bigger than me and were still getting lots of love. So I thought, why not do it myself? Trust me when I say that my fingers and the block button were friends so if anything bad happened, they would once again meet. 

I had the tightest shirt that I owned with leggings. Don't get me wrong, I thought I looked ridiculous especially when my ass should have been in bed. The shirt wasn't crazy, though, it was just a plain light blue shirt that just so happened to be closer to my actual size than most of my attire. With the leggings gently sucking in my gut, nothing was showing too much. 

Even though my body was not the best and I wanted to chop it off so I could just be a head in a wheelchair, I didn't look too bad. The slanted mirror that should have been hung up when we moved into the house but wasn't made this illusion that my body wasn't that bad. It didn't show my neck up and thank God because it looked like a rat had decided it needed a new home in my hair. But everything down was good, especially my room. I made sure that it wasn't as dirty as some of the other girls or guys for the matter.

My phone did its magic and snapped a photo of me. I watched the photo upload and framed with the familiar purple while the Cutesy girl blew me a kiss.

She was annoying.

Sweatpants greeted my body once more after throwing the leggings onto the floor. I was going to have to thank my mom for randomly buying them for me on a whim that I would wear them. But did I? No, because they showed too much of my body for school, unlike the jeans. The warm and baggy cotton slid easily on my legs that felt the wrath of the cool air coming in through my window. Though I didn't keep the leggings on, I did keep the shirt on. It made me feel at least a little nice.

Sipping my fresh cup of green tea, I became a human burrito with my blanket. It didn't take long before my phone began to buzz like a bee on crack. Notifications about all the hearts that I was receiving, the replies and of course, the messages.

BigButtsMedieval: Good evening M'lady. Tis a glorious night for a lady of such great bosom. Thy mistress of that of a marvelous mood or shall I inquire what beast thy has thy animosity towards the princess.

Me: What.

I went to the next guy. It wasn't that I didn't get the idea what he was saying, it was just too damn late for me too.

LadySmasher: So freaking hot omg.

Me: Thank you.

Just because it's the internet doesn't mean I couldn't be nice. Somewhat. That's why I was replying to some of the messages just to tell the people that them finding me attractive was actually appreciated.

LadySmasher: No prob, SilentBeauty. Want to trade nudes?

Instead of automatically blocking him like I usually would have, I actually proceeded to talk to him. There was no harm to answer him and explain it too.

Me: No thank you.

LadySmasher: Why? There's no harm in it ;)

Me: It would hurt my pride to give some random stranger on the internet naked pictures of me. You didn't even ask for my name or how old I was.

LadySmasher: It shouldn't, I would be giving you compliments. With that body, I'm going to guess you're in your twenties and your name is SilentBeauty.

Me: Go give compliments to someone else.

I received a photo, but because of the great app that is Cutesy, it was censored before I agreed to see it. I didn't agree to see it. The outline of what it was enough for me to send the guy into the pit of blocked.

Next one!

BigBeardStocky: Mmm, do you think you could handle me?

Me: I don't think I can, maybe you should move onto the next girl.

I didn't want to handle anyone who talked like that.

BigBeardStocky: I don't know, by the look of your hips...seems like you can take a lot.

I felt gross.

LoveFighter: Heeeyyyy. Sorry for the late reply, I'm so busy in the daytime that I barely look at my phone. But my nights are just for you. 

Okay, now I'm not the one to swoon unless justice is served on the show Cops but I was swooning right there. It kind of felt like the same burning I had whenever I talked to Thorin but more justified. But that wasn't swooning, that was just me having random indigestion from too much fiber or something. Plus it was like having a fresh glass of water after spending days in a desert full of sand. I needed the refreshing chats of Tj. 

Me: Oh I feel so special.

 I didn't. Okay, maybe a little bit.

LoveFighter: Please do ;)

If the man says so...

Me: So what's up?

LoveFighter: Just starting to walk home, had a long night and I'm ready to crash. You?

Me: Relaxing with a cup of green tea and a blanket. Shouldn't you be paying attention to the sidewalk instead of typing? 

LoveFighter: Nahhhhh, no one's out here except for me.

Me: Oh, what time is it there?

LoveFighter: 11. What time is it for you?

Time to freak out, literally. There was a possibility that we were close.

Me: 11

LoveFighter: Time twins lol

Just because we had the same time zone didn't mean anything. I'm sure there's a lot of places with the same time zone. It just so happened that we shared one, nothing to freak out over even though I was freaking out. I was freaking out a little bit because of the thought of him actually being close to me. Mom watches nothing but murder shows and two strangers meeting up usually ends up on the show. I didn't know Tj to the point that I want to get tea or coffee with the guy but enough to have a good conversation with.

Me: Yeah.

LoveFighter: I like your full body friday pic btw and just in time too.

Me: Well thank you, I worked very hard on it. It took me a few minutes to actually clean my room. Wait, how do you know it's mine?

LoveFighter: It shows your username.

Oh yeah, just like I found out what Banx looked like. I tried to forget about him.

Me: Ah, right. I just decided to show the goods, hopefully, find a sugar daddy on here or something.

Is that considered playing hard to get?

LoveFighter: Ooh, if you do find one, hook me up with a few sweet cars.

Me: The best I could probably do is probably a bike for you and that's if my sugar daddy pulls through. It's a tough world out there, Tj. I need to keep whatever I get from the man.

LoveFighter: I just hope you're prepared for the guy. Most sugar daddies nowadays are the kind who are older than your grandparents and have a grey colour to them. Plus they have the oxygen masks that sound like some villain and ugh. Just stay with guys your own age.

Me: Hey, I find people with gray skin very hot. 

Lovefighter: Some of my tattoos are shaded in grey if that counts for anything. 

Me: Oh smooth.

LoveFighter: Just like my grey tattoos. If you're lucky, you might get to see them.

Me: I feel like you spoil me.

I heard a few chuckles come through my window. The sounds brought attention to my ears and away from my phone that kept buzzing. My bed slightly creaked when pressed down by my hips that looked like they could handle a bearded stocky guy. Not going to lie, the squeaking made myself feel a little self-conscience and wanting to go straight to the gym, but no. I had to be nosey at the moment.

My body crouched down on the floor but kept my head slightly above the windowsill just to see what was going outside. And of course, yours truly was outside. He had a black duffle bag hiked up on his shoulder that matched his outfit. At least he wore black at night to make sure that he was somewhat camouflaged and no one would catch him. Except for me. Maybe I was more nosey than I thought.

Something inside of me dropped, most likely my stomach at the sight of Thorin. Well not actually Thorin himself, well maybe sometimes but that's because of indigestion. No, my stomach dropped because there was someone behind him. A guy. I didn't have the best vision but I could see that he was pissed and was going to start a fight.

Ooooh and we leave with a cliffhanger. I wonder what will happen in the next chapter, well I don't have to guess because I know what happens. Don't worry, this chapter has a sister and she will come out pretty soon. Anyway, remember:

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