Sorry
Chloe was very stubbornly not freaking out.
She adjusted her position on the bed, staring at the wall of text on her screen and wondering what she had said to offend the dork.
She had pushed too hard.
The answer was obvious, really, and in hindsight she wasn’t surprised that the dork had backed off. She had pushed too hard for information and it had backfired.
She had just been trying to make sure the girl had a decent sleep schedule, but apparently Dork was against anyone giving a shit about her.
Or maybe she’s against people claiming she’s a liar, idiot.
She scowled at the voice, a sick, churning feeling bubbling in her gut.
She resolved to fix it.
She held her phone a bit higher and righted her thumbs, tapping out a quick message.
sorry
She set the phone aside, determined not to worry about how long it took the girl to respond.
But she didn’t even have time to worry, apparently, because a response came in a moment.
She scrambled to pick the phone up.
For what?
She let out a tiny sigh of relief - partially because the girl wasn’t ignoring her, partially because she didn’t have to worry about her taking more then a minute to respond - and typed back, trying to ignore the anxiety churning through her like ice.
for calling you a liar, and pushing about the sleep thing
i didnt mean to upset you
She held her breath as ellipses glowed on her screen.
And vanished.
And popped up again.
Finally, a response came.
I wasn’t upset.
She quickly tapped out a response before she lost her nerve.
yeah you were
that was a really abrupt goodbye
i just wanted to say im an idiot who cant tell what to do in social situations, so
sorry
God, she was pathetic, wasn’t she?
She tried to relax a little on the bed as she waited.
It didn’t work.
Well
We all trashfires here
Don’t take all the credit for making it awkward and stupid.
She couldn’t help the tiny chuckle that escaped her, chock full of relief.
The dork wasn’t offended.
She felt all the tension in her spine unravel, and her smile was cheery and relaxed as she typed back.
despite your claims,
i am still the bigger trashfire
We’ve had this discussion, Punk.
Don’t make me humiliate you again.
She chuckled helplessly again.
After a moment, though, her smile fell away, and she steeled herself.
i just wanna make sure
you really got a full nights sleep?
uh
i
For a long moment, there was no response. She stared at the two tiny messages, still unsure why exactly she cared so much what a stranger said.
Maybe it was just the novelty of talking to someone she didn’t know.
Maybe because she couldn’t be sure what the girl thought of her, and couldn’t speak to her publicly to make sure.
Maybe it was just because the girl was genuinely likable.
Hell if she knew.
Finally, another message came with a crips vrr, and her attention latched itself to the screen again.
If I say I didn’t, will you try to convince me to get one?
She stared at the message and wondered how the hell she was supposed to respond to that.
honestly? yes, i will
because i care about your health
and your dork school grades, she added quickly, sure that saying she cared about the girl’s health might come off as a bit…
Clingy.
I
Once again, a moment passed without a response, and she waited with baited breath.
Thanks.
For caring, I mean.
Not many people do.
She smiled helplessly, and couldn’t help thinking that that was the most heartwarming thing she had heard all day.
what are friends for?
The second she sent the message, she wanted to take it back.
It was too soon.
They barely knew each other.
They hadn’t even met.
They had known each other three days.
And yet, a moment later, she couldn’t regret the text anymore - because the dork responded.
Can we be? Friends, I mean.
She answered faster then she ever had before.
hell yes
:)
She wasn’t sure whether to be disgusted by the emoji or delighted.