Matt POV:

Three months I'd had this blog now. Not much attention had been payed to it though. The occasional roleplay, mostly smut.

I never thought I was too good at writing. That was, until I got all this unwanted attention. So I supposed I must be at least okay. Right?

Anyway, so I got this message. SadisticChocoholic? Wow. What a shitty url. That was the first thing that came into my mind. I didn't even want to check out his blog.

But, fortunately, curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked his page. He hadn't reblogged much. He, yeah. It must have been a guy with a blog like this... Right? No. I was wrong. So wrong.

I scrolled down his page for a while. All he seemed to reblog were posts of cake, and chocolate, and chocolate cake. What a fucking freak. Probably some fat chick who's obsessed with food. Wouldn't surprise me.

Halfway down his blog and I seen a photo. A blond chick, and fuck was she hot. Clad in leather. Was this her? No. It wasn't possible... Was it?

She had taken the picture from a phone, I could tell by the quality of it. She was standing on her side, it looked like one of those typical teenager 'selifes' in a full length mirror.

That was when I noticed something that was a little off. As to why she was stood on her side. I saved the photo and zoomed in. The right side of her face looked a little darker than the rest of her milky tone.

Then, on closer inspection I noticed the shadow; wasn't a shadow. But, a scar. It ran from her forehead to her shoulder, and probably past that. I couldn't tell because of the leather vest she was wearing.

The leather vest that revealed that adorable stomach. I have a stomach fetish? No. Just a leather fetish. That sounds more right.

After ten minutes of gawking at my hot blonde. Yes mine. I decided there and then I'd have her no matter what. That was, if she was who she claimed to be.

I exited the blog, for now, I didn't need that picture on my mind. She was fucking hot beyond belief. Hot but, flat. Very flat. I always have been a boob guy.

The message was a little odd;

SadisticChocoholic: Hey, I seen your page. I'm new to the site. Up for some fun?

Up for some fun? What? Usually the messages on here were at least a small paragraph long. This couldn't be a chick, right? Why was she being so... So straight to the point? Every other female on here was bat shit annoying.

I decided it couldn't hurt to actually give her a reply. I mean sure I was up for some fun with her. Most certainly.

DeathlyWonders: Yeah babe. Sure. I'll throw you up a starter and we can take things from there.

I went to exit the window and head right to bed. When I received a message. Was it just good timing, or had she been waiting for me to reply?

SadisticChocoholic: Awesome. I don't know how to work this site yet though. Mind adding me on skype? It's easier for me to talk on there; Mello'M'keehl

I didn't even bother replying to that one. I downloaded skype and made an account. No. I didn't fucking use skype. I don't talk to people. But, this chick. I wanted to see if she had a similar image to the one on her profile on her skype account.

I need not say more than; I was not disappointed.

In this one she was lying down on her front. This was a cam photo. She had to be real. Her hair was a perfect bob, that stopped to meet her sculpture worthy jaw. That thing was perfect. Her bone structure must have been wonderful.

Model.

She must have been. But, now I could see it. The scar. Only slightly though. She'd tried to cover most of it with her hair. But it wasn't really working.

Mello? That was? A nickname? Melodie? Melanie? I don't know. But, I sure was going to find out.

She messaged me. I couldn't help but grin. I better grab my red bull, because tonight was going to be a long night.