Unrealism

Alex Jaleson-17

Babe
sent at 2:54

Yeah sorry I

Babe
sent at 2:54

Sorry I had to take a second

Bf in training
sent at 2:55

To decide if my training is complete?

Babe
sent at 2:55

Ajdhskdjd no!?!?!?!?;!

Bf in training
sent at 2:55

T^T

Bf in training
sent at 2:55

I can dream

Babe changed Bf in training to Ian<3

Babe
sent at 2:56

Okay there is no way that can be twisted right?

Babe
sent at 2:56

Girls put hearts on their friends contacts all the time

Ian<3
sent at 2:56

I mean

Ian<3
sent at 2:56

I still have you as babe

Ian<3
sent at 2:57

So that might give it away anyway

Babe
sent at 2:57

Fuck you

Ian<3
sent at 2:57

On my to do list

Babe
sent at 2:57

What does that even

Babe
sent at 2:57

Oh

Babe
sent at 2:57

Okay im going to just go and contemplate everything I know so bye

Alex stared at the ceiling. His phone vibrated a few more times, but he tossed it over onto his air mattress. Holy fuck was he in deep. No thanks to Liv. What was he doing? He sat up and stretched out his arms, before heading upstairs.

His mom still didn't seem to notice him, and his dad wasn't home yet, so he went out running. For being five foot six, he was the fastest runner in the school district, and had built up a good endurance for it. He'd placed fourth in the state competition last year.

He ran a good few blocks before he got to Main Street, and he stopped to check in at the café he worked at on weekends and during break.

Alex was well known by regulars at the café, to the point where some of them deliberately came in during his shifts. He would talk to the customers, and often became friends with them. Not that they ever kept in touch, but he could put a name to a face, and remember information about them. He could remember that Chester, an older southern man, had a teenage son who kept getting tangled up in girl drama. It had gotten to the point that he wondered if the kid was gay, to which Alex laughed and offered to investigate.