Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one where its a text

The phone screen lit up the dark ceiling.

The text notification felt so loud compared to the silence that previously occupied the room. 

He inhaled deeply, letting out a sigh. 

He swung his hand in the direction of his phone, finding it quickly and bringing it up to his face. 

A text. 

Emi: What is the New York summer like?

He stared at her name in disbelief. 

She hadn't sent him the first text in a long time. 

Joj: Warm.

One word. 

He gave her one word. 

She stared at her bright phone screen in the dark room, looking out the window at the dim sky. 

Emi: Should I dress accordingly? 

His eyes widened as he stared at the text. 

He wrote and rewrote the text a million times. 

Joj: Are you really coming out here?

Emi turned her head to the side, biting her lip nervously. 

Emi: Do you not want me to? 

He replied faster than lighting. 

Joj: No, I want you out here, I do. 

Emi let out a sigh of relief. This wouldn't be easy, but it felt okay for now. 

She was brought out of her own mind when her phone dinged again. 

Joj: When are you coming out? 

He was sitting up, now. His blanket was loosely wrapped around his waist. 

This was one of the few times that he was wrapped up in his own bed, a warm blanket around him, with no girl or boy in sight. 

His hair, though. 

It had grown a little too long for his liking, it was not very good looking anymore. 

Perhaps he'd get it cut. 

Take a little extra care of himself. 

Emi: I leave next week. 

George almost thought it was too good to be true. 

Joj: You're gonna love NY

and one text remained unsent. 

he had typed it, but erased it. 

draft: i miss you.