Ding. Ding. My computer lights up, alerting me of new messages almost immediately after I log onto my favorite online chatting site. A smile slowly forms on my lips as I read them.

I chuckle, about to respond when I see that he's typing again.

My smile quickly disappears as I recall the day's events.

He starts typing again, but stops short and deleted what he'd written. I imagine what he's doing. He's probably sitting at his desk like I am. The high window that he said seemed to show everything yet keep you hidden from the street, spread out before him. He'll be staring down at the screen, wanting to do nothing more than talk to me.

That's when I realize what a jerk I'm being. He's trying to make small talk, and I'm being difficult. He responds before I can.

I smile again. He knows I hate being called that. It must be his way of attempting to cheer me up. Trying to get a rise out of me. But I can't let him see it.

I take my hands away from the keyboard and set my head down on the desk in front of me, laughing quietly to myself. I can just imagine his coy smile on the other end of the screen. He loves teasing me.

Two more dings made me jerk my head back up.

The conversation was slowing, but I had one sure way to pick it back up.

After a full minute without a response, I wonder if he'd gone offline. I check his profile; it still reads 'online.' I decide to say one more thing before signing off for the night. I've officially killed the chat.

I sit back, ready to log off, waiting to see if I can get some message back that he isn't mad. I'm about ready to give up when I hear the telltale ding.

I watch him go offline before logging off myself. He called me 'boo' again; it relieves me to know he isn't angry. It makes me feel even better to know that I'd get to finally see him in person. I can't wait to go tell Adam.

He'll be so happy to hear that. He's the only person that doesn't make fun of me for having an online boyfriend. He often encourages it, making me feel like I'm not an idiot for trusting a 'stranger' from the internet.

He understands that Jack isn't really a stranger to me. We know almost everything about each other. Everything, that is, except for appearances and exact locations. But that will change soon enough.

It always makes me wonder why he hasn't wanted to meet. We learned early on that we lived in the same town. I don't know what his problem was. Eventually, I'd just convinced myself that he was shy.

Either way, it doesn't matter. We will be together soon.