"-That's..."

I was then merely a spectator to the conversation. No, I was not an eavesdropping stranger, creepily listening to a bunch of teens chat about their private life, who do you think I am? A bloody paedophile? It's just that they were talking about stuff- stuff my parents would flame on and on about if they even heard a slight hint of it, and I haven't any reason to want to look forward to that.

"Yeah, She's really hot." My red-haired friend spoke, and everyone... even the girls laughed — but me.

"What about you, Oliver?" Sonika asked me, flinging her hair behind her as she spoke, her eyes dilating in curiosity and pure girl gossip-ity.

"I-I... I'm not interested in such things," I stammered, quietly blushing as I backed to the chair behind me.

"Sure you are. You're a boy." Fukase laughed, punching my right arm... Oww-

"I really am not," I asserted myself quietly, rubbing my arm. Who does he think I am? A stereotypical man: muscly and dominant? ew, Hell no!

"C'mon, I'll help you set up an account." Fukase chuckled, "It'll be fu—n" he said, dragging the 'u' in 'fun' out abnormally long...

I sighed and nodded once in defeat. It was no use resisting. It won't get me anywhere, and it just makes me feel all the more uncomfortable.

***

I sighed again as I watched Fukase type onto the screen. He filled out all the fields, leaving out the passwords section for me to do on my own. "Here" he said as he handed me back my phone.

"Right." I mumbled, palming the phone on my hands to type my oh-so-creative password: 'idontwantobehere'

On second thought it may not have been very secure in this kind of world we are in...

"There," He smiled, "wasn't so hard, was it?"

I stood still, silently grimacing as I held my phone. My heart raced as my mind went off to wander of what would happen and what kind of person I would meet... Well, we'll surely soon find out.

I took a deep breath and clicked on the white button labeled 'Find!'. The site turned an orange red and a thing went swirly round as it loaded. I felt my friend's warm breaths beside me as he leaned in, neared to see. Finally, a profile popped up: of a pretty girl named Rin. I stared at her profile image for a decent moment, taking in her features: She had brilliant blue eyes that struck me, neck-length electric yellow hair, and a white bow on top. If I had been looking for one, she definitely looks to be a nice candidate.

"Wow," Fukase snickered quietly, "She's pretty. Treat her nice, Ollie."

"Idiot. I didn't even come here willingly." I retorted, rolling my eyes before landing back onto the profile. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

I swiped right and a chat promptly opened. The words on the screen parsed in my mind as I continuously stared: "You are now dating Rin Kagamine."

I swear, if this is how easy it is to find a date, would anyone really truly treasure it?

"Have fun, Ollie." Fukase snickered once again, leaving the restroom, "Don't forget to spray once you're done!"

"Idiot!" I called out, fuming in embarrassment and anger.

Dzzt my phone vibrated. I quickly turned my attention and saw that she had messaged me.

Rin: ひ

Oliver: Huh?

Rin: Oops! Hi

Oliver: Hello?

Rin: My name's Rin, I'm from Japan.

Oliver: I'm Oliver. London

My heart pounded, raced lightning fast. I had never revealed so much information about myself online before then. I just hope this isn't going to come back and haunt me.

Rin: Can I see your face?

This is so weird.

Nevertheless, I opened the camera app and took a quick selfie. My hair had been slightly messy and my mouth formed a small opening, but I didn't think it would matter, so I sent it anyway.

Oliver: <Picture>

Rin: You look cute

What the hell? You don't say that to people you just meet!

Oliver: thanks...

I turned my phone screen off, dropped it in my pocket, sighed then walked out. This'll be... what's the word?— after a moment of thoughtful pause, I mentally shrugged and returned to my friends, who were waiting just outside for me.