❝ would you be my love someday? i just need your love; i just need your love-lovin. you should come hang out, i can make a sweet sundae. ❞
the story of a young, baskin robbins' employ who joins a dating website-- desperate to find someone to call hi...
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johnny and omari, his plenty o' fish match, were getting along well. they talked every day, and after work he could feel himself itching to message the captivating woman. she was everything he could have dreamed of: funny, intelligent, caring and a little bit bratty. he liked not knowing what she looked like, though sometimes he wondered if she was a catfish, he found himself daydreaming of what his match looked like. he usually did that at work though, so omari always ended up having sprinkle freckles and a cherry nose. her skin was also strawberry pink, but her eyes and hair were the same— dark chocolate gooeyness with frizzy caramel curls.
days turned to weeks and weeks to months, soon the two were becoming restless. johnny was shy and didn't know how to ask his talking buddy on a date...or at least a picture. what if he asked and she thought he was wanting nudes? that would not be good! it mortified him to no end.
biting down on his tongue, the young man sighed dramatically, waiting for omari to reply to his message. bowie was curled up in the crook of his neck and he had a cup of black coffee between his thighs. he was trying to stay awake, even though it was almost 1am and he had work the next day.
omari: i think i'll sleep soon. i gotta get up early for a field trip.
she worked at a daycare, she loved children— more than johnny. he found it fascinating how she chose to work with kids, out of all the things in the world. but, her job made him like her more. they had so much in common it was almost weird...almost.
you: before you go can i ask you something?
stomach doing flips, he felt his whole face heat up; all the way from his hair line, to the tip of his ears and down his neck. he wanted to puke. his heart felt like it was melting down his rib cage while simultaneously beating its way out of him.
omari: hit me, pumpkin!
omari had the sweetest nicknames for johnny. every time she used them he knew that she really cared about whatever he was rambling about. his favorite petname was, in fact, pumpkin. he called her honey sometimes, to return her cute gestures. the first time he used the name she sent back a gif of kim kardashian ugly crying...it made him laugh, but also unsure. she had quickly soothed his worries by telling him how cute he was. in other words, john's ego was filled for the next few days.
you: are you free this weekend? you: yanno for a date? you: it's okay if not you: totally fine! :-) you: but i do make a sweet sundae
he had sent so many messages at once, it made him feel terribly anxious. what if she thought he was weird, or too needy? he wasn't needy. but, the number one thing that had him fidgeting in his seat was the very probable chance of her saying no. johnny would be absolutely crushed, he was already mentally preparing to be let down.
omari: typing.....
he wanted to disappear.
omari: ice cream? sounds enchanting! baskin robbins i suppose?
eye widening, johnny stared with bug eyes at his laptop screen. she said yes. she said yes! he couldn't believe what he was reading. his stomach erupted in butterflies and his heart felt ooey-gooey.
you: right-o!
right-o? "what the fuck?" he grumbled to himself, deciding that he sounded positively strange. what if omari thinks he's weird? what if she changes her mind now?
omari: sounds like a plan, stan!
he sighed, relieved that she had replied with an even quirkier, common saying. she was just as odd as he was, all in the best ways, of course. she was a bright personality and he felt that she fueled her own world. her dark eyes held constellations of her own mind while her curls were the rolling hills of her earth. he could only imagine what her smile looked like— it would most definitely be her universe's sun, lighting up her world and everyone else's.
you: great! sleep well, honey
omari: adorable...don't let the bed bugs bite, pumpkin!
// i can only usually write in the middle of the night. it's so annoying, but oh well! there will be one more chapter! i know the it is pretty rushed, but i wanted it to be a short story!
