A/N Hey everyone so this is my first N2N fanfic, and I had the idea while multitasking on a bunch of stuff so it's not going to be very profound of touching or anything. Takes place preN2N, but not by much. Reviews are like sex and drugs to Ke$ha songs, absolutely mandatory. Rated K10+ for the absolute smallest amount of offensive language possible that can still be considered offensive. CONTEST! A story dedicated to the first person to find the Tick, Tick…BOOM/Superbia reference in this. Oh yeah before I forget clearly I do not own N2N, if I did Gabe would be alive.
As Diana woke up, she noticed something was different…yes Natalie wasn't in the kitchen making breakfast as normal. Investigating, Diana tiptoed down the creaky stairs being careful not to wake Dan or Gabe. Upon arrival downstairs she found Natalie face glued to the computer screen, and banging on the wooden Ikea desk.
"Nat, what are you doing?" Diana inquired as nicely as she could to her malfunctioning daughter. And they say she's the bipolar one.
"Well I WAS on facebook, but all I'm getting now is static on the screen. Ugh stupid piece of crap Toshiba, why can't we have an imac?" Natalie waxed on for about 5 more minutes about how terrible their computer was before Diana finally cut her off.
"Nat, what's facebook? It's not one of those online chat roulette sites is it?" Diana inquired, obviously clueless about facebook and other 21st century technological marvels.
"It's a social network community mom, you get on and friend people that you know, like things you're a fan of and join groups of people for something you believe in," Natalie said sounding rather annoyed at her mother's ignorance.
"Oh ok!" Diana retorted rather quickly and walked away swinging her hips from one side to the other while whistling. Any other mother would do this as a way to flirt with their doctor, but for Diana Goodman, this was a sign that she had a plan.
2 hours later
Natalie was lying on her bed texting friends…who was she kidding all of her friends thought she was psychopathic because of her mother, none of them texting back. This is why it came as a complete and total surprise when she received a friend request text from facebook. She opened it expecting it to be some random foreign man who wanted to kidnap her, but it wasn't.
Friend Request from Gabe Goodman. You have 1 friend in common. To accept reply 'add' to 32665. To deny reply 'ignore' to 32665. To see Gabe's profile reply 'info' to 32665.
When Natalie saw this, she was infuriated. Only her mother was innocent enough to do that. No one at school would because even though they were jerks, having a dead brother is not a subject that most teenage girls want to touch on. Her mother…oh her mother…Natalie couldn't keep it up. She quickly texted ignore back to facebook but wanted to see who the mutual friend was. She searched for Gabe Goodman. One mutual friend, Dan Goodman.
Wow it doesn't get much lamer than this, Natalie thought. Wait, he had 3 friends, Dan Goodman, Diana Goodman…who the heck was Henry? Natalie thought as she quickly pressed the add a friend button to find out more info on who he was, and why the hell he accepted "Gabe's" friend request. Little did she know that one click of her cheap mouse, would get her the one real friend, or even boyfriend that would make her happy.