B o o b i e . c o m

Gradually resting my hand on top of the mouse, an exasperated sigh escapes my chapped lips. The bright light emitting out of the screen of my barely working laptop, causing me to squint. It's almost midnight and I still haven't finished my project. I groan in annoyance and let go of the mouse once again, my fingers unwrapping themselves from the device. Sitting up from the bed, I massage my temples in attempt to compose myself. We had to create a stupid animation for our project in computer, and I seriously cannot do it. I've always been shitty at this subject, and no matter how hard I try, I just cannot ease this.

Looking over to the wall clock right above my desk, my eyes having a hard time adjusting with the dim lit room, I scrunch my eyes. My light bulb is not doing a good job lately.

"I give up," I breathe out, grabbing the mouse and quickly exiting from Adobe Flash, before I change my mind and spend all night working on it. I'll probably just ask help from Rose. She's really good at computer. Needless to say, it's her favorite subject of all time.

My tongue glides over my bottom lip as I take my time staring at my One Direction background in the monitor. I'm not tired enough to fall asleep. Might as well mess around with SimSimi. I move the cursor over to the Google application and clicked on it, the familiar page coming into view.

I let my fingers wander around the keyboard before typing, 'SimSimi'. This is how lonely I am. I chat with ridiculous robots instead of real people.

I click the search button and some sites related to the app pops up. Curiosity getting the best of me, I scroll down until I reach the end where there is a word, 'Next'. I don't waste time and click it. And out of the blue, the screen goes pitch-black. Fuck. I forgot to charge my shitty laptop.

Sighing, I close my laptop and place it on my bedside table. Great, now I'm completely bored. I lay on my back, the soft fabric hitting my skin. Within seconds, my iPhone is in my grip. The slim device almost slipping out of my hands. Thank God it didn't fall, otherwise I'll have a black eye on my already fucked up face.

Once my phone is already turned on, I immediately went to the Google app. I once again type in 'SimSimi' with a stern look on my face, my eyes glued on the bright screen. Without wasting time, I scroll down and see the familiar word I've been longing to click ever since my laptop blacked out: next. I click it and another page showed up; the page two. Once again, curiosity engulfs me; I scroll down and found out that the word, next, is now replaced by page 2. I simply roll my eyes and keep clicking on the button like an insane person.

After endless minutes of repeatedly clicking on the page button thingy, I reach page 23. Something tells me to stop there and plus, twenty three is my favorite number so might as well.

I take a deep breath as if I'm going to enter into a dreaded realm called, school. I keep on scrolling until something catches my eye. I narrow my eyebrows in concentration and lean my phone closer to my face.

"Boobie.com?" I ask myself, my eyes scanning the word etched on top of it: Chat with Boobie. Is this some kind of a chatting porn site? It's quite pathetic for a name. I stare into the screen closer, and I instantly facepalm myself, realizing I read it wrong. Boopie. It's Boopie.com, not Boobie.com. Fuck, I can't even read properly.

I click on it, my stomach tingling in excitement. After what seemed like hours of loading, the website finally appears. One thing that immediately pops up in my head is . . . it's classy. Everything is aesthetic-looking and pretty white. Like literally, there's only two colors involving the website: black and white. Very simple, yet exquisite.

As soon as I finish exploring the strange chatting site which is so unlike SimSimi, something pops up in the screen, making me jump a tad bit as if it's a jump scare. I read the seemingly long sentence aloud,

"Welcome to Boopie.com where you can chat with Boopie the chatbot. If you plan on chatting with him more efficiently, please click download right below to attain the Boopie app." I make a face at how tacky it sounds rolling out of my tongue. Nonetheless, I'll still download it like SimSimi. I tap on the download button and it directs to AppStore where it starts to download. How come I haven't heard of this app before? Like I literally know almost everything when it comes to chatting with chatbots and strangers online. I'm the chat goddess to say the least.

As soon as the app finishes downloading, I hurriedly exit Google and click on the Boopie app. Parting my lips, two words come into sight: start chat. Without hesitation, I tap on the button, feeling a weird sensation in my thumb emerging. I shrug it off, thinking it was just the radiation. My screen is too bright. I slide the brightness down, and it made everything look better.

My phone vibrates and I put my attention back on Boopie. He said something. I mean, it said something.

My heart begins to thump unusually, and I slowly type in a response.

Wow! How original and fun. Note the sarcasm. I roll my eyes and face palm myself in the inside.

My mouth fell as I thought of an answer for the strange question thrown at me. Knowing me, I wouldn't just type in whatever I felt was right. I'd do research. After a while of searching on Google, I finally found the answer. I quickly type it down before clicking send.

My eyes widen. Did a chatbot just call me sweetie? And how the fuck did he - it know? There's a high possibility that this app is hacked like The Talking Angela. That rumor is so interesting though.

Weird. He avoided the question. Or better yet, I'm just paranoid. This is a fucking chatbot. Of course, everything it says doesn't make sense. But how did he know I searched the answer for his egg and chicken question. Probably because it's predictable? I cringe at the thought of this hacker already smiling wickedly behind the screen. I brush it off before typing a response for Boopie's question. Should I tell him my real name? Yep, I certainly will. I'm not afraid to take the risk of me getting murdered, because this is plain bullshit.

I frown as he apparently got my name wrong, which is expected.

"Styles," I finish it for him as I quietly chuckle to myself.

The smile etched on my face grows bigger. This is so stupid. Exactly the same as SimSimi.

I snort.

A slight laugh erupts my mouth. I guess this isn't child mode.

Yes. I am a virgin, Boopiebot.

A pang of guilt unexpectedly stabs my heart. I roll my eyes at how pathetic I am to feel such way for a chatbot. It's not a real human being. It doesn't have feelings. I stand my ground and type, my thumbs jumping on the keyboard.

My eyes go wide. Someone is clearly in their period at the moment.

I yawn, already feeling my eyes drooping. Just one more and I'll drift off to dreamland.

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I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of Boopie.com! Please don't hesitate to let me know what you think of it so far.

Moreover, Boopie.com is not a real site nor a real application. It's just entirely made up by me. Clearly, everything in this story is fictional so chill your titties.

Don't forget to vote, comment, and share! Thank you so much my lovely boopies.

- M a y

January 13, 2017

9:26 PM