“Why don’t we go for a walk,” Alan suggests, “it’s such a beautiful day”.
“Jess” thinks for a while, “well, I could use some fresh air,” she says, “so, why not”.
Alan smiles, “cool, then let’s go!”
“Jess” gets to her feet, not seeming to bother powering down the laptop, as she starts heading for the door.
“Don’t you want to power down you want to power down your laptop,” Alan asks.
“Nah,” the “girl” says, “no one is here and we won’t be gone for long,” and with that the “girl” exits the room.
Alan looks at the laptop, but then shrugs before following “Jess”, soon both are walking hand in hand down the street.
“Holding hands feels so wrong,” Jeff mumbles.
Alan chuckles, “I personally think it feels nice,” he says, “just don’t think about it, Jess,” he then adds, “try enjoying yourself, or is being a girl really that bad?”
“Jess” looks at Alan, “to be honest, it doesn’t feel as bad as I thought it would,” she says, “still, it feels so alien, and the looks other boys give me make me feel uncomfortable”.
“You’ll get used to it, I’m sure,” Alan says, “besides, you can’t blame us boys for staring at you. You really have turned into one hell of a looker!”
“Jess” sighs, “at least I know how girls feel when being stared at,” she says, “I think, when I’m back to normal, I won’t stare at girls so intensely anymore”.
Alan chuckles, “let’s see if you are able to manage that,” he says, “but for now, just try and ignore the stares and instead try and enjoy the weekend”.
“Jess” sighs, “I’ll do my best,” she says.
Alan smiles, “I can live with that,” he says.
What Jeff and Alan are unaware of, as they turn the corner and start heading towards the forest, Jeff’s 13-year-old sister Lucy has been watching them, the girl had been on the other side of the road, returning from a friend’s house. Lucy had stopped when she saw “Jess” and Alan exit the house, the 13-year-old’s facial expression turning from neutral to a more angry expression, when seeing the two older teens holding hands.
‘That bitch,’ Lucy thinks to herself, ‘she’s not even straight! How dare she play with Alan’s feelings like that! She is only doing it to anger ME, because she knows how much I have a crush on him! Alan is supposed to be MINE!’
Lucy furiously storms into her house, heading up the stairs and into “Jess’s” room, heading straight for the laptop, “I’ve had it with her,” the 13-year-old growls, “I’ll create some story which I’ll post online about her, to show the world what an evil bitch she is!”
However, as Lucy awakens the laptop out of its standby mode, the girl tilts her head when she notices that a weird looking program, that looks like some kind of editor, is open with a 3D-image of “Jess” on the right side of the screen and what looks to be some stats about her sister on the left side of the screen.
“What the hell is this,” Lucy asks herself, “who the hell is “Jeff”? Is it some kind of typo? What kind of game is this?”
Lucy decides to read the manual and her eyes widen before her expression turns angry once again, “that bitch! THAT’S how she stole Alan from me: she used the program to make Alan fall in love with her,” she growls, she then smirks, “stupid bitch! I’ll show her!”