Send Her To Heaven

IT'S ALL GONNA BURN

JONAH'S P.O.V

Another day another small breakthrough on project Jolene. She looked more disheveled than usual. If he didn't know any better he would've thought she was either hungover or drunk. It wouldn't be a total surprise given her situation.

Waiting for his ride home, he began browsing aimlessly through his phone. To his excitement, Operation Jolene was a go.

Scrolling feverishly through her Instagram he was a tad bit disheartened. Her pictures were surprisingly good. A little try-hard, given that she was in California but overall she looked much more put together, and a lot happier.

Checking Joushua's DM's he had more than a few requests himself. Most of them were bots but a few of them were real boys and girls.

Pulling up 30 minutes late, Jonah angrily got into the car.

"Why were you late?"

"Next time take the bus!"

Avoiding confrontation, Jonah put his headphones in and turned his attention back to Mr. Cage.

He had always thought the better the profile the more depressed the person was. Today he confirmed, that as usual, he was right about everything.

In his inbox was a message from Jolene which read

"Hi, Joshua! Thanks for the follow if you have any tips I'd be open to suggestions"

Before he could get out of the car his father grabbed him by the shoulder

"I'm not going to pick you up anymore"

"Ok!"

Infuriated he sped to his room. It's bad enough he works at a hole in the ground now he has to spend time and money commuting to this proverbial hell.

Locking his bedroom door, he got changed, cracked open a can of coke and opened his laptop.

Evaluating her page more closely, he noticed that she had a lot of inspirational quotes on her page. Interestingly enough most of them were survivor-centric.

"When you learn to survive without anyone, you can survive anything"

"To live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering"

"Survival was my only hope, success my only revenge"

and it goes on.

Typing, he wrote,

"Hey Jolene, Thanks for reaching back. If you're interested I would be happy to give you a few tips and tricks. I've attached tickets to the community yoga practice I'm hosting in a few months. It might be hectic but seems like something you would be interested in"

He pressed send, then followed it with an E-ticket which cost him well over 100 dollars.

To secure his investment he sent her a follow-up text

"By the way, I use to live an L.A are you from California?"

Almost immediately she texted back

"No, I use to live there. Sadly too much competition in LA!"

"Tell me about. people are more concerned with looking cool there then they are getting what they want"

"That was honest," she typed back

Success! he thought. From then on they began texting into the early hours of the night. After that, they only stopped to text when using the bathroom or falling asleep.