illicit affairs [r.heffley]

one

A smile plays on my face, as my favourite notification finds on my phone; the only one with the sound actually turned on. I tend to keep my phone on silent at all times, but dms from him? I wanted to know when they came through immediately.

I fling my bag onto the floor, and collapse onto my bed, my legs hanging off the side. I bit my lip and smile wide as I read the message.

@druma.boi:
hey girl

I click open my phone and quickly roll over onto my stomach to type back a reply.

hello you

whatcha up to this
lovely afternoon?

texting you ofc dumbass

anything else m'lady?

just finished school lmao,
and i've got to leave for
work in an hour

when will you tell me
what you do for work?

when you finally tell me what
band you drum for

touché
no but really, when can we meet?

i'm not sure yet

well whenever you're ready...
i am

I let the phone slide out of my hands and it drops onto my sheets. I roll back over onto my back and stare at the ceiling. He wants to meet me. For real.

And I think I want to meet him too.

The 'mystery boy', as my best friend Kaia calls him, first appeared in my life about four months ago. He'd found my instagram page (well, my public, non-personal one), and followed me. I'd checked out his profile and decided what the heck, and followed him right back.

He dmed me two days later, a simple "hey girl". Conversation was easy after that, flowing without any reason to stop talking.

We basically hadn't stopped talking since that day, messaging constantly. The funny thing was, I knew basically nothing about him in one sense, and in the other I knew everything.

I know he secretly hates himself for not being good enough in school for his parents, that he was pretty sure he was dyslexic and ADHD, and had struggled majorly in school due to that. i know that he'd given up on trying in high school, because it was just too hard, and he refused to ask for help from anyone.

I know that he has very few friends, and has a pretty lonely life. I know that he struggles with the responsibilities of having younger siblings. I know that music is his entire life.

And yet, I do not know @druma.boi's name. Or what school he's in, or his age, or what he looks like.

At first that was purely a safety thing. You never know with the internet, so my public profile on instagram is all very secretive and discreet about any personal details. My private account for just family is where I post those sorts of things, but @skatergxrll is kind of like my spam account, for my latte art and skating pictures, my aesthetic photos and random Taylor Swift lyrics I like.

And now? Mystery boy wants to meet me. For completely real. I know he lives in Plainview, and I know he's under the age of 21. But other than that I'm completely clueless in regards to his personal anything.

I scoop up my phone and type in a message.

@skatergxrll:
soon, i promise