[Sails is online.]
It's eleven o'clock at night, and my folks are in bed. The old clock in my living room is ticking away, my brother's asleep in his room one door over, and the crickets outside my bedroom window are so loud that I'm actually surprised they haven't woken anyone up. I was supposed to be in bed two hours ago. I don't exactly have a curfew, but my whole family goes to bed at the same time every night; the backlight from my computer screen lights my room so bright that I have to put dirty laundry along the cracks of my bedroom door to prevent the occasional flash from illuminating the hallway. I'm a ninja of late-night-online-chatrooms.
chime. chime. chime. chime. chime. chime. chime. chime. chime. chime. chime.
Midnight already? I blinked rather hard. My eyes were stinging from the constant starring into cyberspace and scrolling text. When was the last time that I blinked? Even for me, this is pretty late. To be perfectly honest, I'm waiting for her to get online. Her. We use this site to chat every night where we can instant message and send photos to one another sort of like pen pals. She's incredible. She said to me, "I would wait all night just to see the dot by your name turn green."
I've never known someone who would wait around for me...just to know I'm on the other side.
bloop.
She's online!
[Oldsmobile39 is online.]
Never mind. It's just Trevor. Trevor Eastbrook. He starts to type.
[...]
Oldsmobile39: You're up late. What's up?
[...]
Sails: Waiting for her to get online.
[...]
Oldsmobile39: She's literally never getting on this site again. I don't even believe she's a real person. Probably some old man looking for guys like you to hit on and lure into their lair.
Sails: Yeah? "Literally" not funny, asshole.
Oldsmobile39: Dude, it's just a joke. Chill. Not trying to piss you off.
Sails: She hasn't been online in weeks. Maybe even a month.
[...]
Oldsmobile39: It's been at least a month and a half. Don't know where you've been, but I think it's time to move on. I'm surprised you've let this person enrapture you the way she has.
Sails: I think she understood me in a way that I'm not used to (no offense).
Oldsmobile39: I'm not offended. I wish you would open up to people like me and Chris, though.
Sails: It isn't about opening up to you. It's about chasing something I believe in, and I believe in her.
Oldsmobile39: Rainfall isn't a real person, Holden.
bloop.
[Sails is offline.]
