My Happy Ending

I do not love this boy

   About a year ago I met the most perfect boy in the least perfect way. I was browsing through an old friends Facebook page when I came across a rumor of my favorite band breaking up. I instantly got upset and left a comment in the comments section:

"What.. wait, what? No. Please just be a rumor"

Another person commented saying:

"I agree with you Alice. Hopefully it's just a rumor."

I was stunned. For once someone on Facebook wasn't being an arrogant child, and was being quite nice.

   Thirty-two minutes later I heard my phone buzz. I took the last bite of my granola bar and snatched it off my desk from my bed where I was reading.

'New Friend Request: Christopher Drew Ingle'

It was the boy who had agreed with me. I clicked the link to his profile, and opened his pictures, he was stunning. He had brown swoopy hair, what seemed to be a nice looking body, gorgeous green eyes and a smile that made me melt. I returned back to his profile and accepted. Exactly fifty-six seconds later a chat bubble popped up.

Christopher: "Hey, I know this might be a little odd, but Im Chris :)"

I wrote back:"Oh, hello. It's alright. Im Alice as you can tell"

Chris: "Yeah, haha. I wasn't going to add you but I decided what the hell, right? After all, it is social networking, Im only being social."

Okay, that was a little weird. I bet he's just high or something like that.

Me: "Haha yes, very true. Tell me about yourself?"

Chris: "Well, I live in Salinas, Kansas. Im 16, 6 feet tall, I love music and I like reading. Yourself?" 

Me: "Who doesn't like music? :)

lol. I live in Denver, Colorado. Im 15, Im 5'4, and my favorite color is blue"

49 messages later he said he was going to sleep. I said my goodnights and left him my phone number.

The next day I woke up to a phone call from a strange phone number.

"Alice"

"Oh, Chris, hi."

"I have a problem with texting, im sorry."

"same honestly"

We talked on the phone for close to two hours.

"My mom needs me," I lie to excuse myself, "I really have to go.."

"it was nice talking, chat me later" he replys and I can hear his smile.

"I will, goodbye" I say smiling like a goof.

"Bye Alice" he hangs up. 

He was really sweet, he was really cute, but he lived 700 miles away. I drag a notebook out of my backpack off the ground of my room

I do not like him. I do not like him. I do not like him.

I scribble over and over again on the very back page.

I do not love this boy.

I write at the bottom.

Actually, I don't even know this boy let alone love him.

So why does he make me feel this way?