**Angela's POV**
After finally chasing Noah out, I sighed in relief and sat back down on my bed. Jamie, still asleep, looked peaceful, his tiny body cuddled into my pillows. His gentle breathing filled the quiet room, and I couldn't help but smile at how content he looked. His chubby cheeks were rosy, and his small fingers occasionally twitched as he dreamed. Moments like this made everything feel right, like the world outside didn't matter as long as I had him.
I lay down beside him, intending to take a nap. If I cradled Jamie close, I knew I'd be out in seconds. His warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest—it was like a lullaby for me. I closed my eyes, sinking deeper into the comfort of the bed. The afternoon was calm, the room dimly lit by soft rays of sunlight that peeked through the curtains. Everything felt so still, so perfect.
And then it happened—*ding*.
The sharp sound of my phone cut through the peace, pulling me back from the edge of sleep. I groaned inwardly, debating whether to ignore it. I knew the tone well—just another WhatsApp notification. Probably something irrelevant, like an annoying group chat message or someone forwarding one of those viral videos. My phone always seemed to pick the worst times to buzz. I kept my eyes closed, hoping I could just drift back into that peaceful haze. But the nagging feeling that I should check it crept in.
I sighed, giving in to the urge. Slowly, I sat up, careful not to disturb Jamie. He stirred a little but stayed sound asleep. I reached over to my bedside table, grabbing my phone. The screen was lit up, and there it was—a message from Maya.
Of course.
Maya wasn't one to text unless she had something to say, and I couldn't help but feel a bit curious. I opened the message, my thumb moving quickly across the screen.
**Maya**: "Hey, have you seen what Lucas posted on his Facebook story? It's crazy!"
I frowned slightly, feeling a little bit confuse. Lucas?, I hadn't thought about him in a while. We went to school together, but I hadn't kept in touch with him like I had with Maya. I knew he was active on social media—especially Facebook—but that was about it. I typed a quick response, already feeling a bit tired of where this conversation might go.
**Me**: "I don't use Facebook anymore. I have the app, but I haven't logged in for ages. What did he post?"
As soon as I sent it, I leaned back against the headboard, waiting for her reply. My relationship with Facebook was complicated. Sure, I used to check it out from time to time—especially when everyone else was obsessed with it. But somewhere along the way, I got tired of the endless scrolling, the never-ending stream of updates, the drama. I wasn't exactly missing out, or at least I didn't think so.
My phone buzzed again, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at the screen.
**Maya**: "What?? You don't use Facebook anymore? Girl, you need to get back on there! Everyone's still on it. You're missing out on so much."
I rolled my eyes, smirking slightly. *Of course, Maya would say that.* She was practically glued to social media. She loved knowing what was happening with everyone—whether it was old friends, celebrities, or just random internet strangers. But me? I was content keeping my distance. I didn't need to know every detail of everyone's life. I was fine without the constant noise.
**Me**: "I don't know, Maya. I don't really miss it. It just feels like a bunch of stuff I don't need to see, you know?"
I hit send, hoping she would drop the subject. But, of course, that wasn't going to happen. I could already imagine her shaking her head at me, ready to launch into a full-on sales pitch.
Another message buzzed through almost immediately.
**Maya**: "Trust me, it's not like that. Facebook's still fun! You can keep up with people, see what's going on, and not feel out of the loop. I know you think it's all drama, but it's really not. Plus, you can customize your feed now—you don't have to see everything. Just the stuff that matters to you."
I let out a sigh, leaning my head back against the wall. Part of me was already tired of the conversation. I had my reasons for staying off Facebook, and Maya pushing me to get back on wasn't changing my mind. Still, she had a point—Facebook wasn't all bad. It was just… overwhelming. And I had enough going on in my life without diving into that.
**Me**: "Yeah, but what's the point? I already keep up with the people I care about. Besides, the last thing I need is to get sucked back into all the nonsense."
I sent the message, half-expecting Maya to back off. But, of course, she didn't. She never did. My phone buzzed again within seconds.
**Maya**: "Angela, it's not like you're gonna be on it 24/7. It's just for fun. And honestly, it's a great way to kill time when you're bored. You know how it gets. There's always something to check out, and you never know—you might actually like it."
I looked down at Jamie, still peacefully asleep beside me, his tiny body warm against the sheets. The afternoon stretched out before me, and despite the comfort of having Jamie here, I couldn't deny the occasional bouts of boredom. There were times, especially when Jamie was napping, where I found myself staring at the walls, unsure of what to do next. Maybe Maya had a point.
I didn't want to admit it, but Facebook might be a way to pass time. It could keep me from falling into those long stretches of boredom where nothing felt exciting. And if I didn't like it, I could always just delete the app again. But I wasn't about to let Maya know she was winning me over.
**Me**: "I don't know, Maya. I'm still not convinced."
I hit send, waiting for her inevitable response. This wasn't going to end anytime soon.
**Maya**: "Angela, seriously. Just try it. You don't have to commit or anything, but it's better than being bored. And come on, I know you're curious about Lucas's post. You don't have to admit it, but I know you are!"
I laughed softly, shaking my head. She wasn't entirely wrong. I *was* a little curious. And maybe logging back into Facebook just to see what all the fuss was about wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. But I wasn't ready to give in just yet.
**Me**: "Fine. Maybe. I'll think about it."
I sent the message, knowing it wouldn't stop Maya from pushing. She was persistent, and I could already see where this was going. I could practically hear her voice in my head, convincing me that Facebook was worth my time.
**Maya**: "You'll thank me later! Trust me. And hey, if you get back on, I'll show you all the fun stuff. It's not as bad as you remember."
I smiled, glancing down at Jamie again. Maybe Facebook would help fill the gaps in my days when everything seemed a little too quiet. It wasn't like I had much to lose by giving it a try.