Bzzt 4 - The Onesie

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The play was pretty boring to be honest, it was something called 'The phantom of the fly' or something like that. I wasn't really playing attention. What I was paying attention to was the perfect specimen of a lady-fly sitting next to me. Boy, was she gorgeous?

Don't answer that, it was a rhetorical question. But the answer is yes if you were wondering. And yes, I've just answered my own rhetorical question. Don't judge me or I'll scream. I'll do it. I really will. Fine, I won't.

So, yes, the fly next to me was beautiful. She introduced herself as Buzzjelica. I told her that she had a pretty name. She smiled. I smiled.

During the play, she rested her head against my fly-sized chest. It was uncomfortable but I didn't tell her because nobody likes people who speaks during a performance. Eventually, after an hour and a half of her beautiful head resting on me, the play finally ended and we headed back out to the grand hall. Here, she grabbed one of my arms and pulled me ito a corner.

"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy. But here's my number, so call me maybe." She said in her fly-heavenly voice and handed me a small piece of paper with her cellphone number on it.

I took the paper. "Thanks, I'll definitely give you a call."

"You better do it, or I'll hate you!" She said in a harsh tone.

"R-really?"

"No, dude. I'm just kidding," she laughed. " It's totally up to you. Haha."

I tried to laugh it off. I wasn't sure if I would call her, I mean, calls are pretty expensive these days. They're at least two fly-coins a minute. I don't think she deserves a call, she's not that pretty.

Then she blew me a kiss.

I'm sure that I'll give her a call. I mean, they're not that expensive anyways. It's only two fly-coins per minute. I really think she deserves a call. She's really pretty.

"Bye." She said and went away, continuing her fly-life.

I went home and dressed into my pyjamas. It was a onesie with pictures of famous fly-presidents on it. Benjamin Flyklin, George Washefly and Abrafly Lincoln. True heroes.

I went to bed with my phone and logged into a free, famous book reading app. Then I realised something... I forgot my password! Wait. Nevermind. I remember it now. I pressed four buttons and my password was correct. For the record, my password is not 1234. Maybe it is... Okay, fine, it is.

I wrote a chapter of my book called The Life of a Human. It's about how humans might live everyday. It's actually pretty dumb, but my awesome devoted readers still read it. I love my awesome devoted readers.

When it was about two in the morning I left the app and something caught my attention. It was Buzzjelica's number! I typed it into my dialer and pressed the call button.

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Hiya! Well, that's another chapter completed. How'd you find it? I know, it was pretty boring.
What do you think of Buzzjelica? Is she worthy to be with our little fly guy?
And out little fly guy writes a book? That's good to know. I wish I could read it.
What do you think he'll say in his phonecall?
Also, I bet you sung the "Call Me Maybe" part. No? Well then. Awkward...

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, vote if you want a president onesie (not like I'll give you one or anything... I'm greedy don't judge, or I'll scream!) Drop a comment down below telling me what you think.
Bye for now! 🍪

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