Disclaimer – Sadly Yu-Gi-Oh is not mine, if it was, Seto would be with Joey and they would have their own spin off show :p

* Rating for now will be M, to be safe.

Author's Note: So this is the first story I ever wrote. I want to thank everyone who read, reviewed, faved, and followed it. It really means a lot to me that you all like it so much. So for you, my wonderful fans, I have decided to give this story a complete overhaul. It will be way easier to read and longer :) Plus, updated chapter titles, since I have more Selena Gomez songs to work with :) But the plot and characters will be the same, thus, the 2016 version is born. I do want to mention that while every title is a Selena Gomez song, each chapter is not based on the song. Now on with the story, sorry for grammar and spelling :P Love you guys :)

"IMs"

Summary: Joey is alone, family, school, and personal problems have him in a dark place. His only escape is an online friend. After being in contact with the guy for a year, he feels like someone might actually care about him... But, how will he react when mystery guy wants to meet in person?

Chapter One: The Heart Wants What It Wants

Joey's P.O.V.
I force my eyes to open as the light from the blinding sun penetrates the holes in my curtain. I am not a morning person, mainly due to the pain of my wounds. Here is the thing about injuries, they hurt like a bastard when their first 'applied',and then they hurt like a bitch when you wake up the next day. So there is no getting along with them.

My clock flashes 6:30am, reluctantly, I kick off my sheet—if you could call it that. I find one of those navy 'things' schools call uniforms bundled up in the corner of my room. After tripping over numerous things to get my uniform, I try my best to creep into the bathroom. I try not making any noise to wake my 'father'. As I look into the mirror, I see a pathetic mutt with blood soaked hair and a black eye.

After a quick shower and some cover up, I take care of the hair and eye. So now I am just a blonde and brown eyed mutt, but at least I am clean. Leaving the bathroom quietly works well, until I walk into 'dad'. Without warning I am pushed to the floor, into the blood and filth, so he can walk over me. He does not want to get his feet dirty. The word "bitch" leaves my mouth before I can stop it, and I get a kick in the ribs. I feel myself getting yanked off the floor and everything goes black…

Regaining consciousness, thanks to the fowl smells of this place, I see the blood stain on the wall. I piece the previous events together, so crawl back into the bathroom to 'compose' myself. Once my face is adequate, I look down. Apparently, the reason I am crawling is that my ankle is a dark red color, but still mobile. So I limp in to my room, grab my bag, and deck. I thank the higher force that my 'father'is passed out, and I leave for the torcher device known as high school, without breakfast...again.

Getting to school before the first bell seems like an easy task. However, when you are healing from old injuries, and just waiting with mass amounts of excitement for your new ones to show you what the true colors of pain are, then try calling it easy. I manage to make it to class only ten minutes late, which is a personal best, and what is my reward? The seat in the back, in front of the ice prince and his 'royal family'.

The Royals are the popular people of our school, the Cullen's of my Forks (1) minus the sweet, hot, loner guy. Well, he is not sweet. The Royals consisted of Yami, apparently he is from Egypt. From what I hear, he is related to the royals from back in the day so he is loaded. He is with Yugi, or Mini-Yami, they look creepy alike. But they are apparently not closely related, but that is their business, he is very kind but still sits on a pedestal.

Then we have Yami's cousin Bakura. People avoid him, mostly because he is either attached somehow to his boyfriend, or taking his out his sexual frustration on some poor soul. So most people spend their time making sure, said boyfriend, is always with him. Ryou is the British sweet heart and Bakura's boyfriend. He is insanely nice and everyone loves him, but still keep their distance. Some girl named Tea hugged him once, and the next day she disappeared…. So he does not get touched…at all. The crazy thing is, well another crazy thing about them is, they all live together. Well, almost all of them…I reluctantly go take my seat.

So why does it suck to sit around them? Well, they are fans of PDA and they have no problem showing the straight couples how it is done. This sucks for 'normal' couples and sucks two-fold for me. I get reminded that I am alone and that it is impossible to find a partner to be with, the only thing that makes it better is that the last of the 'royals' is also alone because he's a jerk…a really fine jerk. His name is Seto, Yami's other fucked up cousin, I mean what kind of genes run in that family.

The dude is a complete ass to everyone, so everyone mostly ignores him. Except chicks who think he is hot as hell...which is true...and he has an ass like a god, with eyes so blue that if you look into them it is like you instantly feel safe. Like no matter what, as long as he is there everything will be okay…. "MR. WHEELER!"

The teacher drags me back down to hell, and makes me feel so welcome. "Please continue where I left off!" I say nothing and I receive the same response as always. "How do you expect to make a living when you cannot even pay attention during class?"

I begin to feel uncomfortable, turning slowly around I am met with his gaze. I watch his perfect lips begin to move, my mind wonders what he can do with them and his lengthy tongue of course. Hell has other plans. "Move your big head mutt." I sadly sink down farther hoping to avoid his gaze.

Hell was pretty much the same for the rest of the day, minus the getting noticed part. I was walking towards my job when I saw him leave. I stood frozen by his eyes until he got into the limo and drove away.

Due to 'daddy dearest' needing to be drunk, high, or having sex all day to stay alive. I was usually left without money, so I had to get a job. My job was at an Internet café, a 30-minute run from the torcher chamber. As I walk in, I am greeted with the only friendly face I know, Neon (2).

I know Neon sounds like a weird name, but it is his real name, just not the one he was born with. Neon's mother was a heavy drinker and his birth name came to her in a drunken haze. He never told me what it was, only that it was really bad. So when he got a scholarship to art school, the first thing he did to celebrate was change his name. I asked him once why he choose Neon, he told me that when he was young his only escape was drawing. Drawing was the only thing his father showed him to do before he died, and neon green was his dad's favorite color…I never brought it up again.

Neon was my best friend and bank. He held on to my money for me so my father would not get to it. He was currently taking the order of a chick, that can only be described as a male fantasy come true, while she was kindly telling him what she wanted today, he was eyeing her boobs. Neon is insanely hot, he had dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, a six pack, and a great ass.

Knowing my best friend quite well, I knew that he was hard as a rock right now and because know him, I got away from the door. Since I go man scoping often, I am a champ at checking people out, without being notice. However, Neon…was not. Who would of guess the chick took self-defense classes?

After telling Neon about my day in hell over something to eat, while tending to his beaten face and pride, I began my shift with him. After a wonderful 8-hour shift of dealing with asshole customers, I leave them to Neon and start to enjoy my break. Once I get some food, I go into the break room and got my laptop out of my locker.

I logged onto Skype and 'he' was on, which caused my personal hell to freeze over for the time being. My personal Damon Salvatore (3), as Neon calls him, is my online best friend and secret crush. We met a year ago, I was on a few dueling websites trying to find out some tournament news when I got a message saying Ice-Dragon186 wants to chat. Since then we've talked about almost everything, well except my fucked up life and my muttness, he thinks I live an average life and I am descent looking. My wonderful Dragon thinks I am your classic peppy blond, who has a future and friends.

According to our past conversations, I know he has a little brother who is quite smart for his age and that it has been the two of them. But he has distant family that they are very close with. All though I have never met the guy, I cannot help but feel attracted to him. But, I gave up on love a long ago. His IM brings me back to earth and causes me to smile.

Ice-Dragon186 says: "Hey Puppy."The nickname he gave my when he said that LoneWolf102 did not suit me.
LoneWolf102 says: "Hey Dragon how was your day?"
Ice-Dragon186 says: "Good actually, school was interesting...U?"
LoneWolf102 says: "Mine was crappie."
Ice-Dragon186 says: "Why? Lose your bone :p"
LoneWolf102: "Maybe :p...but I do not really want to talk about it, okay?"
Ice-Dragon186 says: "Sure Puppy, so how is your part-time job going?"
LoneWolf102 says: "Good, my friend keeps things interesting."
Ice-Dragon186 says: "I could make things more interesting."
LoneWolf102 says:"And how would you do that dragon? Burn down school with breaths of fire?"
Ice-Dragon186 says: "We should meet in person…"

TBC…

Author's Note:

(1) I had to throw that line in there, this story is not a Yu-Gi-Oh, done as Twilight fic. I wrote this when Twilight was getting popular :P

(2) Neon is an OCC that is exclusive to this fic because he is based on my best friend at the time. Sadly, we are no longer close, but I cannot bring myself to change him.

(3) The Vampire Diaries is amazing! So I had to do a shout out, you guys should give it a go.

Please R&R. Love you people, best readers a guy could ask for :D