Convenient Misunderstandings. (boyxboy)

4) Surprise.

Sunday was a day like any other. I was busy for a few hours studying and doing homework, because I had no intention to work at the Japanese McDonalds when I become an adult. I wasn’t really a child, but I was also not old enough to work, which probably meant I was somewhere in between. Sometimes I even classified myself as a mature teenager, just to get pass this annoying dilemma.

I sighed, remembering yesterday’s frustration that had gotten into me. Perhaps I was a bit too rude, I thought, closing my Mathematics notebook. Maybe he really was just trying to help.

Why would he want to help, though? He doesn’t know me, he has no use of me. I don’t understand, what pleasure would it bring him to soothe the pain of a stranger?

Maybe he’s just .. that kind? No, impossible. No one is that kind. I bet he’s using me to ease his boredom. I bet he’ll leave me alone once all that “packing and moving” shit is over. Then he’ll have enough time to make new friends and forget that one Devious guy who he met on the internet ..

But why is it that I feel restless? I haven’t checked for replies today, but I know he hasn’t written anything. Last time I checked, he wrote about his battery going low or something similar, after which he told me he’ll write when he gets home.

Is he home already, I wondered. I never asked what country he lived in, and what country was he moving to. I suppose his flight was more than six hours, because he told me his mom wanted them to travel on the weekend. Was it really that far away?

Actually, he never asked me for my whereabouts. He hasn’t really asked me anything personal except that one time when he questioned my “Don’t hold your breath” reply.  He’s .. been pretty nice so far, while I’ve been treating him like a trash. Should I .. a-apologize?

Gulping, I quickly opened my laptop and turned it on, waiting impatiently for it to load. I wasn’t sure what to write him, but I knew I had to say something, or .. at least check my inbox, in case he defied laws of physics and wrote through his phone, while his battery was drained.

Opening my browser, I typed the forum in the search bar and the address, leading to my inbox, came up immediately as a most frequently visited page. I cleared my throat with blushed cheeks and looked at the messages, seeing no new ones.

Well, what did I expect? Even he can’t spend so much time online .. and the difference in the time zone might also force him to leave his laptop, eventually. I nodded, checking his last messages just to remind myself of their content. It felt weird without his bothersome spam .. And I had just started to communicate with him two days ago. Where is this going, I mused.

.Snowy. – Yes, actually! It’s at 14% now, constantly reminding me to charge it. I guess I should probably turn it off and get some sleep, there’s almost five hours left until we arrive, and I haven’t really slept much.  (2:35PM)

.Snowy. – The view is beautiful, though. I don’t really know where you live, but I could be passing your home right now, and you wouldn’t even know! Funny how planes work. (2:43PM)

.Snowy. – In fact, I wouldn’t know that, either. You know, it would be really bad if the country I’m leaving is the one you live in. I’d like to see you in person some day, Devi. You seem like a cool kid, you just need to relax a bit. (2:48PM)

.Snowy. - .. yup, you’ve left me again. I’m so surprised xD (2:52PM)

.Snowy. – I’ll turn off my phone now, which means I won’t get any notifications if you write me back, but when I settle down I’ll charge my battery and pay you some attention, mm? Goodnight, Devi. (3:00PM)

And he hasn’t wrote me ever since. It was already 12AM in the morning and I presume he had landed long ago. Maybe he was just that tired?

Suddenly, a thought struck me. What country was he in now? Was the time zone messed up? Perhaps this is what’s taking him so long. Being the idiot he is, if it’s 2AM where he lives, he would probably think it’s 2AM where I live, too. Therefore, he wouldn’t want to message me, because I would be sleeping.

Retard, I mumbled as I rolled my eyes. Oh, well ..

Gulping anxiously, I swallowed my pride and decided to reply, with the hope that he would answer me a minute after, like he always does. Did I miss his annoying messages that much? No, I frowned. I just got used to them.

Devious – Oh my, can you afford something so expensive? I thought you couldn’t even pay your internet bills. (12:34AM)

I giggled from my own self-amusement, proud of my very first pun. It was good, I have to admit. Perhaps a bit overused by some these days, but not by me. This is the first time I’ve said such a dumb joke, and I couldn’t help but laugh at it. I wonder if he’ll laugh?

Time passed slowly, giving Snowy multiple chances to pm me, yet he didn’t. My heart was racing, while my hope was slowly disappearing. Perhaps he no longer needed me for amusement. He probably arrived at his home, went to school, made new friends, possibly found a crush.

Was he handsome? My heart skipped a beat, as I tried to imagine him. Tall, caramel-colored skin, blue eyes... He honestly reminded me of some fancy Arab in Dubai. Maybe the plane was his own personal one, while his phone was covered in gold and the tip of his penis was sprinkled with diamond dust.

Oh god, that sounds so gay.

M-Maybe he’s sick of me, I sighed in desperation. I’m too mean to him, too rude to him .. I leave him over and over again, ignore his messages, reply with virtual hissing and do it all over again. Is this what I had to expect, after playing with the feelings of such a kind person, even if it was all through the internet?

My body slowly lifted itself from the bed, as I made my way towards the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. It was still early, being barely 1PM. Maybe he would write ‘till midnight. Not that I was going to wait for him that long! And perhaps, if our time zones were that different, he would write to me somewhere after 1AM, which meant that when I get up tomorrow, go to school and check my smartphone for notifications, I would see his reply. It meant twice the waiting, but .. at least he would reply me. Besides, the less we messaged each other, the less he would annoy me. Right, I nodded to myself, smiling positively as I brewed my tea.

After I finally prepared my hot drink, I decided to sit down and play some Panda Warriors, just to kill time while he replies. I was hoping he would write me before midnight, yet I had this uncomfortable feeling that he wouldn’t. Well, maybe he was tired, I shrugged.

A few hours of playing were more than enough for me, especially since something delightful interrupted my leveling marathon. I couldn’t believe how happy I was, nor how little I was thinking of the foreign kid that would be coming to school tomorrow. God, fuck that. I had greater concerns on my mind now, and one of them was to see what that jerk had finally replied. Oh god, I wanted to kill him, to slaughter him, to twist him around like a gummy bear and Hulk-smash him to the ground out of frustration.

How dare you make me wait so long?!

.Snowy. – You made a pun! Is it my birthday today? (5:32PM)

I laughed out loud, hiding my blushing cheeks with hand. Oh god, I will kill you. I never realized how emotional was he making me with those innocent, yet mocking replies .. but my consciousness rang when I thought about how I kept ignoring him. Did it feel this bad for him as well .. ? W-well, whatever, it’s not like I’m supposed to be kind to him. He’s the one who keeps writing me messages, not the other way around. If he really wants us to continue our internet friendship, he’ll have to deal with my personality one way or another.

I smirked, slowly regaining my cool, as my heart kept pumping fast in happiness. My fingers quickly typed on the keyboard, smiling like a retard. I never thought that something this little could make my everyday life so much more colorful and exciting.

Devious – Surprise. (5:33PM)