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“Guess whose new computer just arrived?” Amy sang as she walked into the precinct.
“Did you finally order one?” Jake asked her as she sat down at the desk across from him. “You’re way behind.”
“Am not.” Amy said. “Most people don’t have computers at their houses yet.” Amy looked down at her desk dreading what she was going to ask him. There was nothing she hated more than asking Jake Peralta for help “But I do need your help setting it up.”
“Amy Santiago needs my help? Thats a sentence I never thought I would hear.”
“Shut up.” Amy said. “Will you help me or not. I can call my brother if you’re going to be a pill about it.”
“No.” Jake said quickly. “I’ll help you tonight but you have to buy me pizza.”
“Deal.” Amy said.
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Jake shows up twenty minutes later than when he said he would be there. Not that’s it really a surprise to Amy. The pizza on the counter is probably cold, but she knows he likes it ‘display temperature’.
“Alright, where do you want this set up?” He asks her taking a bite of his pizza very reminiscent of the way an animal would.
“It’s a laptop.”
“Oh.” He said sitting down at her kitchen table. “Where’s your grandma?” He asked.
“What do you mean?” She set the laptop down in front of him and slid him a napkin. He wiped his hand on the napkin before opening the computer.
“Your apartment looks like you live with you grandma.”
“You don't have to be a jackass.” Amy said. “I actually like the way I decorated it thank you very much.”
“This is a really nice computer.” He said admiring the laptop. “How much did this cost?”
“About 3,000.”
“Good lord.” Jake said starting the boot up processes. It wasn’t long before the computer was up and running. He patted the seat next to him and she came over and sat down next to him. “You should sign up for an AOL so we can message.”
“Why would I want to talk to you while we’re not at work. I get enough of you there.”
“Wow you’re just gonna lie straight to my face, nice Santiago. I thought that we were best friends.”
“Okay.” Amy said sounding more annoyed than she felt. She slid the computer across the table. “What’s your username?” She asked after finishing setting up her account.
“Don’t make fun of me.”
“Oh gosh.”
“Jakeybootylicousperalta.”
“Wow...wow.”
“Shut up.” Jake said. “I’m going to go. Got somethings to do.”
“Is it Jenny time?”
“What? No.” Jake said in a high pitched voice. Amy arched her eyebrows clearly not buying his excuse. “Fine there’s a small chance if I leave now we may get caught in the elevator at the same time.”
“Well good luck with that.” Amy said as he left her apartment in a hurry. She continued to browse around on the internet getting a feeling for her brand new laptop. Her brother, Luis, was going to be so jealous.
A pop up in the corner of her screen reading ‘you’ve got a new notification' caught her attention. She clicked on it thinking it was something from the aol Jake had made her sign up for. But instead she was directed to a website called Facebook.
Facebook was loaded with posts from various people she had never heard of. Most of them were random things like what they happened to be doing at that moment. There was also pictures of people posing for selfies or posting a family picture that was a little too picture perfect.
She scrolled through the content trying to figure out who these people where. There was a whole bar on the side filled with peoples names, some of them had green dots. When she clicked the first name it opened a little chat box. Quickly she closed out of it not really sure who that person even was.
The little bell at the top with the red notification box caught her attention. It pulled down a pop up saying William Scotch tagged her in a picture. She furrowed her eyebrows together trying to remember if she knew a William Scotch, the name was not ringing any bells.
She clicked on the pop up and was directed to what the website said was her page. Only problem was she never made this page. The picture she was tagged in had a tall man with blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. He was handsome for sure, but she didn’t understand why he was standing next to her in this picture.
The two of them were on a yacht in what looked like the middle of the ocean. She had never been on a yacht before nor did she know this man. Amy looked at the picture closer to see if it was even really her. But sure enough the girl in the picture was her, and this man had even tagged Amy in the picture.
May 28, 2018
William Scotch
Had such a great day today with you baby. Can’t wait to spend many more weekends on the water.
Baby? Since when was she this guy's baby. She clicked on her profile picture which appeared to be her and this man during a wedding ceremony. The webpage loaded her profile which confirmed that she was married to William Scotch. The two got married in 2014 according to this. He was a neurosurgeon at Brooklyn Methodists. That had to be some kind of mistake. She was not married to this guy and the year was definitely not 2018.
She went through some of the other stuff on the account. Her favorite movie was Gone Girl, favorite book Harry Potter, at least that was accurate. On her account she found some more posts that she had supposedly made. Most of them sickeningly affectionate for this William.
April 12 2017
Amy Santiago
Still can’t believe that I get to wake up every single day next to Will. I feel like the luckiest girl alive.
April 2 2017
Amy Santiago
Going out on the boat today. Will’s going scuba diving, but I think I’ll stay on the surface relaxing with a good book. #wife’s need a break too.
March 26, 2017
Amy Santiago
So great to see you guys again. It’s been way to long. I missed my family. Shout to Boyle for catering, the food was delicious.
The last one was accompanied with a picture of all of her co-workers from the nine nine. Everyone looked older except Jake, who somehow looked younger if that was even possible. Everyone from work was tagged in this picture, she hovered her mouse over Jake’s name before shutting the computer down completely. She was dreaming. That was the only explanation. How else could she be seeing posts supposedly from the future.
She left the laptop on the kitchen table making her way to her bedroom to change. This was all going to go away in the morning. William Scotch did not exist. He was just some fragment of her imagination. Some lovely daydream of the perfect husband. That was all. This was all going to go away in the morning.