[ WP ] A person with no chance with their crush impersonates their crush 's crush online . He/she starts talking to their crush only to realise later that the person they thought was their crush is another fake created by a person trying to pursue the other person

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 Mike P. Sierra: `` haha i love nickelback'' 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` really? i thought i was the only 1'' 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` nah i think they're pretty good'' 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` been a fan for years'' 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` do u like there new song Oh No?'' 
 
 Nick's sweat hit the keys on his board. Outside it was raining and his windows were shut but his keyboard was still wet. The wind was whistling as the trees were thrashing around his house. His chest felt tight. He'd been doing this for seven months now. It had been exactly seven months and eight days, now. It was July 8th, 2009, and this was the most difficult moment by far of his most elaborate facade. Nickelback? She liked Nickelback? Tiff was pretty but he did n't think he could fake anymore enthusiasm for the band, even if it was just text on a screen. Thunder crashed outside. Nick looked out his window. The lightning flashed and his entire room lit up with a white light briefly and then resumed darkness. The computer light left only his face to be seen in the dark room. 
 
 Closing his eyes, Nick began to breathe slowly. Tiffany Hart; long auburn hair, legs for days, curves for months and a face that you could love for years. If Helen of Troy could bring about a war because of her beauty; Tiffany could bring about world peace in the sense that men would no longer fight over her but simply follow her steps in hope that she notices. To Nick, she was his Helen Of Troy, his Mona Lisa, his everything. But to her, he was nothing. She did n't even know he existed. Not even as she was talking to him. Since seven months and eight days ago, between 4PM to 3AM in the morning, every afternoon, he was Mike P. Sierra. Tan ( Nick was pale white ), hair black as night ( His hair was a dirty brown ), large muscles ( He'd gotten tendinitis from attempting to do one pushup ), musically gifted ( The last instrument he'd ever played was a drum and he ended up puncturing it with one of the sticks ) and wittier than Nick could ever be in real life, thanks to pages and pages of jokes on the Internet. 
 
 Nick knew he was n't really any closer to getting with Tiffany; to be honest the thought scared him as she would never really be satisfied with him, would she? Nick hated leaving the house. He never got invited to parties. He refused to go to the ones he rarely was invited to because he knew he had nothing in common with the rest of his classmates. The ones who did sports, especially. No, this was good enough. He loved talking to her, seeing every `` LOL'' and every `` you're so funny!!''. It made up for every party he'd missed and every person who'd ever ignored him. Even if she lived in Australia and he was in America. Which is why, seven months and eight days later, he still kept it going. And he was n't about to stop now. 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` yeah love it in fact i'm practicing it on my guitar right now'' 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` give me a few minutes ill send you a file of me playing it live'' 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` live performance just for you tiff lol'' 
 
 Nick opened a new tab and was on Youtube instantly preparing to download a cover of the song from some idiot who was lucky enough to be born with a nice voice. Of course it'd just be the sound, not the video, he was n't that good. He typed in the song and hit enter. He saw another notification from Tiffany and quickly clicked back to Facebook. 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` lol'' 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` you're funny'' 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` can i tell you a joke'' 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` sure: P'' 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` the songs not real'' 
 
 Nick's heart skipped a beat. He clicked back to Youtube. No results. 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` u are a liar'' 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` y wud u lie to me'' 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` r u makin fun of mE'' 
 
 Nick started typing furiously. 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` no of course not 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` i told u ive been practicing this song for hours'' 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` no you have n't'' 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` lol what? 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` are you psychic?'' 
 
 Mike P. Sierra: `` or are u just watching me from outside lol'' 
 
 Nick chuckled to himself, maybe a joke would calm her down. He glanced at the window and at that moment, the lightning flashed. A figure blotted out the light. 
 
 Tiffany Hart: `` oH no''
