Lou: hello
KittyCat: hey der
Lou: are you still mad
KittyCat: nah
Lou: good
KittyCat: anything else?
Lou: no…
Lou: can’t we just talk?
KittyCat: sure
Lou: what does the sky look like rn
KittyCat: can you say random?
Lou: it’s just nice to picture that i’m seeing what you’re seeing
KittyCat: fine
KittyCat: the sky is a sad, dusty blue, like a book that once was blue before it was shoved into a bookcase and forgotten, and now it’s turned half gray with age. a few brave clouds skitter across its cover but most hang low and dreary in one place like drippy paint strokes on a gray-blue canvas. the sun is dimmed, as if it senses the mood of the rest of the sky and doesn’t want to ruin it.
Lou: that was beautiful
Lou: you are really descriptive
KittyCat: really? i mean, you asked for what the sky looks like so i told you what the sky looks like
Lou: yeah but most people say “it’s blue” or “it’s cloudy” but not you
KittyCat: is that bad?
Lou: no! of course not!
Lou: hang on, i’m going to look at my sky for you
Lou: i’m afraid it won’t compare to yours, though
KittyCat: ok, i won’t judge
KittyCat: loubear? u still there?
Lou: the sky is coated with sullen clouds that sag under their own weight. a few misty drops are brave enough to fall. the sky is quiet
Lou: i apologize, you gave me poetry and i gave you shit
KittyCat: no, that was good
Lou: describe something else for me
KittyCat: O_o like what
Lou: anything
KittyCat: ok umm…
KittyCat: a delicate finger stretches out from the rest. the key is hit and the girl watches in fascinated half-horror as letter after letter after word after sentence is eaten away until finally there’s nothing left to eat
Lou: what was that about, a word piranha?
KittyCat: the backspace key
Lou: oh duh
Lou: anyway it was poetry
Lou: do another
KittyCat: ok
KittyCat: umm
KittyCat: say a random phrase
Lou: uh
Lou: library at night
KittyCat: ok
KittyCat: silence. silence, suffocating silence is all that can be heard. no whispers of students, no shushing of teachers, nothing. just row after row of books upon books and silence.
Lou: i applaud you
KittyCat: i wish i could hear it
Lou: *sends applause through phone*
KittyCat: *sends the sound of my smile*
Lou: it’s called a selfie
KittyCat: i told you already i don’t take pictures of myself
Lou: why not
KittyCat: i’m ugly and horrendous and if i sent you a picture it’d make your phone explode.
Lou: pshaw
Lou: i sense that there is no truth behind that statement
KittyCat: how do you know
Lou: i know you’re pretty
KittyCat: see previous message
Lou: everyone is pretty
KittyCat: umm
KittyCat: no comment
Lou: oop i got to go
Lou: ten o’clock football is on
KittyCat: but it’s four…
Lou: in texas, yeah
KittyCat: oh i forgot
KittyCat: tell me when your team makes a touchdown
Lou: ?
Lou: what is this touchdown of which you speak
Lou: i said football, not…oh
KittyCat: wat
Lou: soccer. i’m watching soccer
Lou: geez you americans always complicate things
KittyCat: well then
KittyCat: enjoy your british soccer
Lou: my team made a goal
Lou: oh was i not supposed to do that since it wasn’t a touchdown or
Lou: ok bye
Lou: talk to you tomorrow cat
YOU ARE READING
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