Chapter 8 Omegle

• 8: "Omegle"Omegle
• 8
• It's been two days since that night I spent with Gage. No, I didn't tell Monique about what happened to me and her idol that night because she was already ranting about Gage's Ms. Anonymous. I think the whole world has been buzzing about his tweet since he tweeted it and I expected this to happen. It was a great idea not to follow him or make a motive for him to know my name, or else he'll know me and it will trigger his fans to hate me. It's crazy because his fans are like agents. They get the littlest detail from Gage's life.
• Talk about massive devotion?
• And I think it's not really my business isn't it?
• I glare at my watch and it's already 3AM. I still have a class by ten and I don't know how to stay awake for that class in a while when I'm staying up late for my stupid essay. Well at least I' m almost done.
• I decided to take a fifteen minute break before I edit the last paragraph that I typed in. I take a sip from my coffee and all of a sudden I thought about chatting random people on this website that Monique and I used to visit when she' d come over or when we're just plain bored and we need to keep ourselves awake.
• Yes, Omegle .
• And if you haven't heard about that website, man you live under the rocks.
• I quickly got into Omegle just to kill my boredom away like I used to before but I didn't activate my webcam. I'm not planning on taking things seriously anyways. I'm just here for a quick fun.
• I began to type in some of my interests that I'd always type in. My usual interests which are New York, food, gummy worms, green tea, cherub, books, art, and the last part was something I've never typed before, I typed in Gage Stockholm. Yes I typed in Gage Stockholm and I don't know why.
• You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
• You both like books
• Stranger: do u like books about sex?
• You have disconnected.
• "Freak." I said to myself.
• You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
• You both like Gage Stockholm
• Stranger: I'm a huge fan of 1D!!
• Me: same :)
• Stranger: they're like the best ryt?
• Me: yes they are.
• You have disconnected.
• I sigh.
• You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
• You both like art and New York
• Me: Are you Gage?
• Stranger: I'm Nelly. Who's Gage?
• You have disconnected.
• I chatted to a few more random people asking them if they were Gage Stockholm and some strangers answered pretty funnily and some were just plainly rude. It was almost 4AM and I decided that this next random stranger will be the last one before I go to bed.
• You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
• You both like art, New York, cherub and Gage Stockholm
• Me: Hi
• Stranger: New Yorker?
• Me: yes. Born and raised. Hbu?
• Stranger: from England.
• Me: wow. So u like Gage Stockholm?
• Stranger: not much. Why? Lol
• Me: but you typed it in your interests
• Stranger: damn. I just noticed that. Lol. I think my friends placed that there. isn't it late in NYC rn?
• Me: oh. it is. 4AM.
• Stranger: not going to bed, aren't we?
• Me: in a bit. what brings u in Omegle?
• This stranger seemed like he or she is the first one I talked with sense in here.
• Stranger: I was looking for someone over Twitter a while ago and I got bored af so I decided to try Omegle.
• Me: you were hoping you'd see him here? Omegle's got billions of users. lol.
• Stranger: it's a she and I said I was bored. Lol
• Stranger: you like Cherub too?
• Me: cherubs are cute.
• Stranger: okaaayyy. Weird but... Have you heard their best song yet?
• My brows creasing. I begin to open another window and googled cherub. Once a few websites appeared before me, I realized that this stranger was referring about this singing duo.
• Damn Tate.
• Me: I think we meant different things. I'm talking about the type of angels that's usually shown in art as a beautiful young child with small wings and a round face and body. You meant the Cherub band.
• Stranger: lmfao. That's why it didn't make sense.
• Me: it sure didn't.
• Stranger; Why u here on Omegle btw?
• Me: I was bored like you.
• Stranger: ur the second one who answered me with sense here. Lol
• Me: same.
• Me: before I disconnect, u got kik?
• I bite my inner cheek and didn't know why I asked for this stranger's kik.
• Stranger: Who doesn't? Lol
• Me: right. Lol. So, can I add u up? I mean we can't talk here forever.
• Stranger: I think but I don't stay there much. It's EdwardBlack1794 anyways
• Me: you're a boy????
• Stranger: yes. Lol.
• Stranger: gotta go. Talk to me in kik, I don't use it much but I'll try to hit you up anyways. :)
• Stranger has disconnected.
• I yawned and decided to edit the last paragraph tomorrow after my 10AM class. I closed my laptop and threw myself to bed. I think I'm going to have massive headache this week. I haven't gotten the well deserved sleep I need.
• I pulled my phone out and logged into kik. I quickly searched for his username there and instantly noticed that his display photo was a black grand piano. I sighed looking at it, I was expecting his display photo was a picture of himself. At least I'd know how he looks like.
• Then I stared at my own display photo which was a picture of me. I think it's unfair if he'll see my face and I won't see his. So I hurriedly changed my display photo into a picture of a cute kitten.
• I smile. "There. Just playing fair."
• I put my phone down and went to sleep.
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• After my class, it was already 12:10PM and I'm already starving. I grabbed my things and went to Wendy's to meet up with Monique. I still haven't messaged on kik that stranger I met last night from Omegle but I was sure as hell that Gage has been inside my head since this morning and until now.
• When I got to Wendy's, Monique quickly served me my favorite meal and I began to munch in it.
• "I'm wishing this is for free." I say with a smile but she rolls her eyes at me.
• "You wish. You've almost wasted my salary with your free smoothies last week."
• I laugh. "It's because they're good. And thank you by the way."
• "You're thankful I love you."
• I smile a bit bigger.
• "So, what's up with you recently?" She ask.
• "I've been busy finishing my essay. I've got class at two and I'll be out by six thirty. Tell me how can I ever get this essay done when I don't enough time to make it?"
• "When's it due?"
• "Tomorrow. 7AM." I groan on my chair.
• "I'm sure you'll finish it in no time. You're good with essays."
• I snort. "Good my ass."
• "Monique! Table seven!" Mrs. Yale yells.
• Monique rolls her eyes and I can't help but chuckle. "I'm coming!" She yells back.
• "I'll be back really quick." She tells me before she stands from the table.
• I began to finish my meal and once I'm done, I pulled my phone out and decided to message that random stranger from Omegle. I got into kik and began to search for his name, once I've seen it I began to think about what I should message him.
• tate_kvngh: Hi! It's the girl from Omegle. Hmu when you get this. :)
• I'm sure he won't get to see this right away. Maybe he's probably busy. But he's busy with what? I slipped my phone back inside my pockets anyways.
• •••••
• Later that night, when I got into my apartment around seven thirty, I hurriedly began to ate my burger on top of my kitchen counter and turned on my laptop to get everything started. I wanted to get my essay done before midnight so I could sleep a bit earlier than a while ago.
• But before I finish my essay, I logged into Twitter first and noticed that Monique favorited my tweet about the Chinese food. I decided to stalk Gage again and maybe he has tweeted something about me.
• I was inwardly hoping that he would tweet about me again and it was a weird thing.
• He tweeted something three hours ago.
• @Gage_Stockholm: Thank you very much for having us tonight! We truly felt welcomed. We love all of you! H
• As always he never fails to thank his fans which amazes me every time because not much celebrities do this as frequent as he does.
• I sigh at his tweet. He's already forgetting about me. It's already two days.
• Then I continued writing my essay.
• After two hours, I was thankfully finished with my essay. I think I was already too tired to revise and edit it so I didn't mind it anymore. I've already spent two weeks for it and I think I've gave my all. I pulled my phone out and noticed that I've received a message from EdwardBlack1794 about five hours ago.
• EdwardBlack1794: Hey! I was so busy a while ago. Sorry I didn't get to message you right away. How's your day?
• tate_kvngh: I'm just done finishing my schoolwork that I've been busy with lately. Need to pass this the next day by 7AM. How about yours?
• EdwardBlack1794: ah that's great. I've been busy with work. But all's good. Nice kitten! Haha.
• I smile. He's talking about my display photo obviously.
• tate_kvngh: Haha! Uh, thank you?
• EdwardBlack1794: you're very welcome.
• tate_kvngh: hey, I've just noticed. Why is your kik name a combination of Edward Cullen and Jacob Black's name? Twilight fan much? Haha!
• EdwardBlack1794: if I'm not mistaken, that's the vampire movie you're talking about. Nope. I'm not a fan of that franchise. I'm too busy to watch movies in the cinema.
• tate_kvngh: too busy to even watch movies in the cinema? How old are you? Like 30? 40?
• EdwardBlack1794: no. I'm 21. Hbu?
• He answers so seriously. I wonder if he was the guy I talked with last night.
• tate_kvngh: you're still 21 and you're already that busy? What do u even do?
• EdwardBlack1794: I'm busy with my job. So what's kvngh stands for?
• tate_kvngh: my last name.
• EdwardBlack1794: what. are you Russian or something? That's a hard surname to pronounce.
• tate_kvngh: lol. Deffo not Russian. I took out the vowels that's why.
• EdwardBlack1794: lol! Good one.
• I walk to my bed and began to cuddle my huge hotdog pillow. I was still holding my phone and I don't know why I'm talking to this random man. I don't know why I'm hooked with talking to him even though he's a bit serious in responding to me.
• tate_kvngh: what are you up to now?
• EdwardBlack1794: I'm doing something but I can't tell what it is.
• tate_kvngh: why not?
• EdwardBlack1794: just because :)
• I roll my eyes at my phone screen.
• EdwardBlack1794: I'll talk to you once I'm not busy anymore .x
• I sigh. He's boring. Why is always so busy? I got into Twitter again and I try to search for Gage's account. Damn he just tweeted seventeen seconds ago.
• @Gage_Stockholm: French 75 pic.twitter.com/rWsnVHxNcF
• I quickly clicked the link and it opened to that picture I photographed that night when we successfully made French 75. I smiled as I was looking at the photo. He still thinks about me. He knows I took that photo and he posted it on his Twitter.
• I opened to his account again and he just tweeted something else.
• @Gage_Stockholm: @Gage_cuddlyStockholm no, she's not someone from the showbiz.
• I gaped.
• She?
• Who's she?
• Who is he talking about?
• I quickly clicked on the other Twitter account that he mentioned. I searched what she could possibly asked. Damn there's tons of thank yous. Where's that stupid tweet she tweeted Gage?
• There! Found it!
• I gasped.
• @Gage_cuddlyStockholm: Gageyyyy we need to know who Ms. Anonymous is @Gage_Stockholm I bet she's a supermodel.
• Holy fuck!
• Gage's answering tweets related about me! Damn this is really happening! He's actually talking about me. I began to feel nervous and excited for no reason. He's actually talking about me. I went back to Gage's account again and found out that he just answered another fan's tweet. Holy shit, Gage has no chill right now!
• @Gage_Stockholm: @GodOfStockholm thank you very much! She's a private person so I want to make sure she has her privacy.
• I smile stupidly at myself while I begin to click this fan's account.
• @GodOfStockholm: @Gage_Stockholm your performance was great! And we are all wondering who is Ms. Anonymous. Hope we can get to see her with you :)
• "Fake. You obviously just want to know if I'm beautiful or not so you can say things about me." I muffled to myself.
• I don't know why I was feeling overwhelmed by the fact that Gage is casually talking about me on Twitter. Even if I'm nicknamed as Ms. Anonymous and no one knows my identity, my name or how I look, I still can't help but feel very honored that he talks about me.
• That mean he's still talks about me.
• Ugh! I should've left him my phone number! I'm so so so so so so so stupid!
• He asked for it and I should've gave it.
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• The following morning, I grabbed my essay report with me and walked my way out of my apartment. It was still 6:37AM, I still have time to grab myself a cup of coffee. So I decided to walk to the nearest Starbucks that was around the block and once I got there, thankfully not much people were around. I began to order and waited for my name to be called.
• While I was waiting for my drink, I began to reread my essay for the last time. I was inwardly hoping that I didn't miss out anything on each paragraphs or I didn't misspell any word from it or else I'll be taking more time revising it once again and I don't have time for that anymore.
• "Ah! I've seen you again."
• I quickly pulled my head up and saw him standing before me. He smiles.
• "Hi, you." He greets.