Offline
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~Andy's POV~
It was 10 at night and Emily still wasn’t online. I started dancing to the Incoming Call song before I realized it was playing. Thoughts of Emily turned into Olivia’s smiling face. “Hey babe.” She said.
I smiled. “Sup.” I feigned disinterest and picked up my phone.
“Okay we’re not doing the bad boy thing today.” She folded her arms and pouted. “And who are you texting?”
I was scrolling through my contact list, staring at Emily’s name. “Nobody.”
“Shut the front door. Who are you texting babe?” She sounded angry.
I rolled my eyes. I hate it when she says 'shut the front door' like cussing is forbidden. “Nobody, see.” I pressed the home button and showed her my screen.
“Whatever.” She ended the call.
I clicked Emily’s name again and stared at the word Offline, looked at the ‘Type a message here’ box and began typing. “Hope you’re okay.” I said as I typed. Too needy, delete it.
“Hey Em” Lame, delete it.
“EMMY! *POUNCES*” No, that’s more of a response to something she’d say. Delete it.
“Emmy, where u at doe?” I smiled. It made me laugh but I deleted it.
“Did I do something?” Way too needy bruh, delete that too.
“Miss you” I stared at the words. I did miss her; I can’t remember not chatting with her after school since we first met.
The last time Ollie and I had a wicked breakup, Emily sat with me on webcam for three hours listening to music and watching me take shots of vodka, bleeding my heart out while she drew a sketch in pencil. She balanced the sketchbook on her knees for hours, drawing and erasing, giggling and listening to me patiently. She wouldn’t let me see her drawing but promised it’d make me feel better.
She texted me a picture of her sketch when I was laying in bed that night drunk and crying. She’d drawn me screaming into a microphone with my eyes squeezed shut, one foot on an amplifier and music notes swirling around my head. It made me cry harder but I didn’t tell her that. She was the only person I sang to, and only after I’d had a bit to drink. It’s midnight and nobody’s online, I’m starting to feel alone. Might as well go to bed, I sigh and hit send.
It was 10 at night and Emily still wasn’t online. I started dancing to the Incoming Call song before I realized it was playing. Thoughts of Emily turned into Olivia’s smiling face. “Hey babe.” She said.
I smiled. “Sup.” I feigned disinterest and picked up my phone.
“Okay we’re not doing the bad boy thing today.” She folded her arms and pouted. “And who are you texting?”
I was scrolling through my contact list, staring at Emily’s name. “Nobody.”
“Shut the front door. Who are you texting babe?” She sounded angry.
I rolled my eyes. I hate it when she says 'shut the front door' like cussing is forbidden. “Nobody, see.” I pressed the home button and showed her my screen.
“Whatever.” She ended the call.
I clicked Emily’s name again and stared at the word Offline, looked at the ‘Type a message here’ box and began typing. “Hope you’re okay.” I said as I typed. Too needy, delete it.
“Hey Em” Lame, delete it.
“EMMY! *POUNCES*” No, that’s more of a response to something she’d say. Delete it.
“Emmy, where u at doe?” I smiled. It made me laugh but I deleted it.
“Did I do something?” Way too needy bruh, delete that too.
“Miss you” I stared at the words. I did miss her; I can’t remember not chatting with her after school since we first met.
The last time Ollie and I had a wicked breakup, Emily sat with me on webcam for three hours listening to music and watching me take shots of vodka, bleeding my heart out while she drew a sketch in pencil. She balanced the sketchbook on her knees for hours, drawing and erasing, giggling and listening to me patiently. She wouldn’t let me see her drawing but promised it’d make me feel better.
She texted me a picture of her sketch when I was laying in bed that night drunk and crying. She’d drawn me screaming into a microphone with my eyes squeezed shut, one foot on an amplifier and music notes swirling around my head. It made me cry harder but I didn’t tell her that. She was the only person I sang to, and only after I’d had a bit to drink. It’s midnight and nobody’s online, I’m starting to feel alone. Might as well go to bed, I sigh and hit send.
It me.
12/6/21