2 heartbroken teens

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Why when I was feeling happy for once I had to be interrupted? These things really makes me mad with the world. Like, fuck, why?

I'm sitting in some random stairs, feeling cold. It's starting to get dark, but I don't feel like going back home yet.

My phone vibrates. I don't know who could be, but right now I'm not in the mood to talk to nobody.

I see the name of Summer in the screen. Oh. I might do an exception.

I'm done studying. What about you?

I haven't asked her age yet, but I guess she's around my age. Normal people are studying at their dreamed college (like most of my friends and probably her), and then it's me. I had good grades in high school and I could go to a bunch of universities, but that lifestyle is not my ideal. At least not for now. Maybe next year I change my mind, I don't know, a sabbatical year isn't bad if I feel I need to. Of course my parents were a little in disagreement, but I eventually convinced them when I got hired in a skate shop so I could earn money to pay the bills for the house I share with Jordan and Justin.

Pretty fucked up.

I send it without checking. Shit, maybe I should've answered with another thing. Well, all in all, it's my current mood.

Wanna talk about it?

I like that she didn't asked the reason why I don't feel in my best mood immediately. I appreciate it.

Maybe another day.

Right now I just want to forget the day. Summer seems a good listener, but my encounter with Riley is still very recent.

I have a secret place to hide when I feel like that, she says minutes later. Wow, looks like we have more things in common than expected. I tell her. She's also surprised. 

Let's come to my place one day and another to yours and talk about life.

Never heard of a better plan.

I'm in.

Right after sending it, I smile. How weird and wonderful is meeting someone online and knowing instantly we'll get along so well. Suddenly I wanna get to know Summer more. What do she will think of at her secret place? There's only one way to know.

Now that I feel better, I call Jordan to pick me up. He comes in fifteen minutes.

"Next time get an Uber, dude. I was so comfy on the coach..." 

"But still you came. You also like driving your car." When he bought his Rover, sometimes he would drive it around the neighborhood just for fun.

"Why don't you get one?"

Of course I'd love to have my own car; maybe a Jeep or a Camaro. But this is more fun.

"Then I couldn't bother you to drive me home." I wink. He shakes his head and then laughs.