Gavin Free walked into his bedroom, throwing his backpack into the corner before plopping down on his bed. He'd been very out of it that day, well, more than usual. It started after second period when he found a phone number scribbled on a piece of paper that was taped to the inside of his locker door. At first he thought it was a joke, because it was always a joke. In every single crappy movie, or teen fiction, or tv shows for preteens. However, Gavin wasn’t really the type to care about all that stuff, he’d probably just laugh with everyone, so he put the number in his phone anyway. Throughout the entire day, he'd considered the possibility of actually texting it, and decided to do it when he got home.
Hey, so I found this number in my locker? Who is this? Gav figured that message was simple enough.
He turned his Xbox on, waiting for a response. Sure, he should be doing his physics homework, but hey, he could do it on the bus. Probably.
His phone went off, so he checked to see if it was mysterious locker person. At that thought, Gavin decided it would be in his best interest to make up a better title. One that, as an acronym, wouldn't be MLP.
This is Jesus. Don't do drugs and stay in school.
Who needs straightforward answers anyway? The Brit shook his head with a laugh, guessing that he could play along and see how this turned out.
Thanks, Jesus. I appreciate your advice. He waited a moment before adding, Odd that you have a phone, and that your number was in my locker, huh?
Gavin stared at his shelf of games, trying to decide what to play. He settled on minecraft and popped the disk in, shoving his Xbox tray shut. He was pretty sure he could hear Ryan and Michael screaming at him to stop doing that before he broke it, but he also didn’t really care.
He sat back on his bed, and when the title screen came up, his phone went off again. I know, right? Gotta rethink who I'm giving my number to. Heaven still charges roaming fees.
Gavin chuckled. That must suck. Has to be quite a phone bill.
This time the reply came immediately. Well, y'know. I think I can swing it. I'm kind of a big deal.
This kid sure is something else, Gav decided. True. I wish I had as many followers on twitter as you.
I'll give you a shout out.
That's top, thanks.
After a moment without a reply, he loaded up a new world, groaning when he spawned in the middle of a desert biome. "I'm never going to find any bloody sheep." He muttered to himself.
He'd been playing long enough to have a decent mine and a small cobblestone house in a neighboring swamp biome before he got a reply.
But, uh, in all seriousness, the name's Ray.
Honestly at this point Gavin didn't expect any other response, much less an actual name.
Alright, Ray. I'm Gavin, though I'm sure you knew that. He'd already sent that when he realized how much he sounded like a prick, so he quickly clarified. Considering your number was in my locker and all.
Nah. Someone shoved me in there, and I stepped on your lunch. I figured I'd offer to make it up to you.
Well that explained a lot. No wonder my sandwich was all buggered up.
Yeah, my bad.
Gavin heard a 'ssssss' sound from the TV, causing him to look up from his phone. "No, no, no!" He grabbed his controller a split second too late, and the creeper blew up, destroying an entire wall of his house and leaving him with only half a heart of health left.
He rebuilt the wall and paused the game before picking his phone back up. Nah, wasn't your fault if you were shoved in there.
Doesn't mean I didn't step on it, though. It's common courtesy, dude. Gavin rolled his eyes.
He wanted to say that common courtesy is dumb and that Ray didn't have to do anything. However, the thought of free food changed his mind.
Yeah, yeah. Whatever. How did you intend to make it up to me? New sandwich? Pizza?
Before Ray could respond, the Brit changed his mind. How about grapes? I'd take grapes.
Grapes? Seriously?
He shrugged. People like grapes.
That they do. I can bring you grapes.
Gavin started to type his reply, but he got another message.
You're locker 3116, aren't you?
That's me. I'll be there before first period tomorrow. After he sent it, he rolled his eyes at how dumb that was. Obviously he'd be putting things in his locker before first period.
Oh. I can just put them inside.
Nah, that's less fun. Personal grape delivery is more fun. Gavin made himself laugh at "personal grape delivery."
Is it, though?
Aw, is Ray shy? He hoped the other could catch that he was teasing him. In a good natured way, of course.
I'm not supposed to talk to strangers. People are scary.
I'm hardly a stranger. You stepped on my sandwich. Bonding.
Meeting in person will ruin the mystery.
Gavin shook his head but decided Ray had a point. We could both wear masks. Why that was what he was able to come up with, he had no idea.
Or we could, y'know, not.
Yeah, well you were worried about the mystery. He'd wanted to say something like "don't be a party pooper, Ray," but he didn't.
A little more worried about getting my ass kicked for dressing like a freak.
Did not think about other people. Right. No masks it is. He figured it was probably best to not wear them anyway, and it was probably also a good idea to ignore the "getting my ass kicked" part.
Just lookin' out for the little guys. Mostly me.
Makes sense. See you tomorrow, Ray!
See ya.
Gav turned off his phone and turned his focus back to his game. He messed around in his house until it was daytime again, seeing as he still hadn't found any sheep for a bed. The sun came up and he started to walk towards his mine. Then it started to rain. "Second day!" He cheered.
