Chapter 7: "Talk Computer to Me" (part 1)

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Soundtrack for this chapter;
What if- Rhys Lewis
Half a man- dean Lewis
It's you- Ali gatie

*knock knock*
Sam walked to the door and knocked on it carefully. "Hello?" He said smiling, "Ryker?" Ryker walked to the door and opened it, "hey" he smiled, "come on in." Ryker and Sam ran upstairs hand in hand both giggling until their faces became numb. Ryker let go of Sams hand and fell on the bed smiling. "So what's up with you?" He smiled. Sam fell on the bed next to him putting his arm around Ryker, "Nothing much just football and shit."
"Same, expect I don't do football."

After a few minutes of Ryker scrolling through Instagram and Sam scrolling through Twitter, Ryker spoke up; "I have a confession."
"Ok?"
"You know how I invited you over and shit... my parents aren't really out of town they're just at dinner."
"Ok? I don't see the big deal here."
"Well..." Ryker paused taking a deep breath. "My computer is evil and it's trying to kill me and my friends."
"Woah woah woah, slow your role there buddy." Sam chuckled, "your computer," he pointed to the side of the room with the computer on a table. "Is evil... and you tried to destroy it with your fists..."
"Let me explain." Ryker swallowed. "I made this app on my computer that connects to my phone. The app is an app that is able to communicate with you through call and text as like a companion. So since... this is gonna sound really stupid. Since- well... since I get bullied at school for not having a significant other I made this app to be my boyfriend." Ryker sighed looking into sams eyes. "You have to believe me... my computer is trying to kill us... and I can't let you get hurt." Sam stood up and grabbed his jacket. "See... this is sweet in all that you wanna save me from your 'evil devil computer' but this is a lot to take in... so imma just go home and you can call me again when you're done telling your little stories." And with that sam grabbed his backpack, threw it over his shoulder and left out the back door to his car.

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