Helpless Authors Club

2.

We texted for hours. Me and her.  It was great. Keyword: Was.  She doesn't text me like she used to. Yes, we texted for hours, now look at us, i'm lucky to get an "I'm sorry i was busy so I couldn't reply".  Damn,  hah, those were the days. We used to stay up until 3 a.m sending long paragraphs confessing our love for eachother. Haha, love, its hopeless really, that's why I don't believe in it anymore. You're why I don't believe in it anymore.

"Done". Kyle said after touching the lit up publish button on his phone.  He walked through his door quietly trying not to wake up his parents. He turned as he saw Joanna get picked up by some friends in a dented pickup truck. He laughed at her friends choice of automobiles and locked his phone.  He creeped quietly upstairs to his bedroom on the right. He took off his clothes except for his boxers, plugged in his phone, and went to bed.

He dreamed he was in his new Mustang, with Laura, they were riding on the interstate, open and free. He felt the wind around his arm that stuck out of the window. He looked over at Laura and she was smiling, just then he ran into the back of a Buick parked on the side of the road. The car flipped vertical and landed on the top, Laura screamed. Then a deep crimson hazed Kyle's vision. It was blood. Not his. Hers. He glanced over at Laura who was wincing in pain as a shard of glass stuck into her side. Lights flashed and sirens blared and Kyle woke up in a hospital bed adjacent to that of Laura's. He looked over and saw her peacefully laying back in her bed with an oxygen mask. Her heart monitor jumping every second indicating a fast heart rate. Kyle's breath was short, every 5 breaths he drew in a long gasp of oxygen from the mask on his face.  A doctor, very short with medium brown hair looked at Laura's heart monitor which steadily dropped. She removed an overlooked glass shard in Laura's arm with a pair of tweezers. The shard was not detrimental to Laura's health so it was left during the initial inspection when she was brought in from the accident.  Kyle shuddered with chill bumps and was back in his bed. It was 7:33 and he wiped his eyes groggily.  When he finally reclaimed full, un-hazed, vision he saw Joanna eating a popsicle sitting on the edge of his bed. 

"Hey shortie, ready to pack for the trip"?  She said. Kyle groggily replied with a "Wh-what? How the hell did you even get in here?" Joanna laughed and explained that Kyle's parents (Or Mr. and Mrs. C) had let her in.

She skipped happily over to his closet and ripped open the doors. She threw out some of his best looking shirts on his bed and told him to "pack his shit". He did what he was told, scared of what Joanna was capable of doing if he didn't.

He looked up at his clock and wiped his eyes. Kyle pulled out his computer frantically.

"Kyle what's wrong?" Joanna said to him.

He didn't give her an answer yet just jabbed at his keyboard typing word after word on an orange screen.

"No. No no no no!" He yelled smashing the computer on the ground. He held his head with his hands, finally calm now. He just muttered "its gone. The whole story. I was writing it for Laura. All. Gone."

Joanna consoled him, rubbing his back and asking what he meant. He explained that he had been writing a story to give to Laura. And then it was all deleted. He forgot to save. He forgot. He was so mad at himself. His computer was old. He just slammed the monitor shut last night.

"Okay wipe your fucking eyes, hike up your skirt and get the fuck up Kyle. I'm done with you being such a whiny little bitch over Laura. She doesn't deserve you and you fucking need to know that. She screwed you over so get your shit. And get in that hot ass car I just gave you. Let's go. I'll meet you in the car in ten. And if you're not there I will drag you down the driveway until the road rash washes the loser out of you."

Kyle just looked up. He put his hands in his pockets. Stood up. And grabbed his suitcase.

"Alright."