Anonymous (Mavin)

                It was eleven o’clock at night when Michael felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He hit pause and sat down his Xbox controller, sighing because he had actually been doing quite well in the current stage he was playing. His slightly-sweaty hand brushed over his pocket and he fished the still-vibrating phone out before swiping the “Slide to Unlock” switch at the bottom of the screen.

Hey.

                Michael frowned when he checked the number that contained lots of sevens, realizing that he had no idea who it was. Then, he shrugged it off, figuring that some sad fuck had texted the wrong number, and resumed his gaming, occasionally taking a swig from his half-empty bottle of generic beer. It was a good fifteen minutes before Michael heard his phone begin trembling once more, this time clacking against his coffee table where he had placed it after checking the first text. Michael repeated his earlier actions in a semi-frustrated manner and grabbed his phone.

HELLO???

                It was from the same number as before. Michael groaned and silently decided to end this before it began. He texted back:

who the fuck r u

                The responding text alerted Michael much sooner than he had thought it would take.

You know me…

                Letting out an exasperated groan, Michael took the bait, wondering if there was any other way out of this as he did so.

no I dont u dipshit

Yes you do!

                This time, it only was a matter of seconds before a response was sent, and Michael wasn’t really thinking about playing his game anymore. This had captured his attention, though he wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing or not.

well then tell me who u r

NO. That would ruin the game!

this isnt a game

Maybe not to you…

                By this point, Michael was fairly certain that it was Ray or Geoff playing a prank on him. However, he decided to let whoever it was have their fun. He didn’t know why he was letting them have their way, but when he took another swig of his slowly disappearing beer, he forgot to care.

so what do u want

                Michael actually felt kind of immersed, waiting with trepidation for an answer.

I’ll tell you later. For now, let’s just get to know each other.

                So, for the next two hours, Michael found himself getting more and more into this anonymous conversation. He would ask the unknown person a question, they would answer it, and then they would switch roles. It was a fun game. Soon, trivia evolved into gossip about celebrities they didn’t actually care about and bets on which movies would pull in the most money at the box office. However, on the subject of video games, Michael found that whoever he was texting was quite the connoisseur at the topic. Michael didn’t think much of it; at this point, he had downed three more beers and was halfway down his fourth. Subjects shifted again and again. Michael was learning about a whole new person, a whole new friend.

He was a dude.

His favorite animal was an okapi.

                He liked the color green, but was more attracted to bright red.