The Tragic Love Story

Chapter 2

The early morning sun rolled its way into his room, drooping in between each fold in the curtain.

5:10 read the clock on the darkish night stand next to his bed.

Another day in hell I suppose.

He walked into the foggy bathroom, walls damp with water. He slung his wet hair back, and began brushing his teeth. The toothbrush reached the back of his throat. Bob.

He'd never moved so quickly to get that toothbrush out of his mouth and away from him.

"no" he mumbled to himself. He looked into the foreign face reflecting off the mirror. You're gross.

He dragged himself to school. Lousy he was.
This day flew by like any other, quickly with the help of falling asleep in all of his classes.
He again, laid in his bed on twitter. "ily bob" he typed out. No. He erased the message.

hi

hello? do you need something? Bob answered back.

no, i just wanted to talk to you :]

no. you wanted to tell me something i could tell.

no i didn't! . After a few slow minutes, the word "read" became unbearable.
youre in my head a lot. like a lot. He confessed.

oh.. for what reason?

i,,, i don't know. Bowie posted you on the timeline the other day. and i.... i cant get the picture out of my head. well,,, i cant get the picture of imagining you in this lingerie out of my head. He clicked send.

what lingerie?

[image]

i would look good in that, maybe we could test it out one day;).

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. woah. He was not expecting that response.

how soon? i could buy it now, and it could be shipped in about a week.

a week? no. that's too far. i have something a little similar. not as nice, but it'll work :)

His fingers trembled. Was this real? He smiled too himself.