Confrontation PT1
Glam stared at his phone for a moment; Ches was typing, and taking incredibly long to do so as per usual. He owned a dingy tablet that he messaged on, he wasn't all that tech savvy. Finally, a message rolled through.
“gm glam, i luv u”
For not being techno dexterous, Ches seemed to use abbreviations quite a bit; it mildly irked Glam. Eventually he replied, and they texted for a while after that.
“How did that take you so long? I could have had time to write sheet music for an entire guitar solo before you even sent that!”
“the languge brds kept switching n i lost the lettrs“
An ungodly amount of abbreviations. How does Ches function this way?
“What? I can't hardly read that, Ches.”
“weve ben frns for how lng?”
“Nineteen years, I believe. Why?”
“youve ben reading my txts for lng.“
“Your abbreviations concern me”
“wym
its fine”
“‘What you mean’ is not proper grammar, Ches!”
“u undrstnd it so its ok “
“I suppose you're right, but I'm not going to just let it go.”
“y, ths is nrmal
ask dee”
Dee? What would Dee have to do with this? Surely he didn't use such unnecessary acronyms.
“Why would Dee need to use abbreviations”
“its EZ-er
and fastr”
“Is it really? You take a very long time to type”
“itd tke mch lnger w/ me typng more precse”
“See this is why I worry about you, I'm already upset enough about my lack of punctuation”
“yh, ur th one id rather see go 2 thrpy
always need 2 be prfct for u smh”
Glam had to pause and reread that message a couple times, he was a little taken aback. What was Ches on about? Therapy wasn't necessary, was it?
“That's untrue; therapy is for people with mental disorders, Ches. Anything I may have I've sorted out.”
“.
luk at u”
“I will not ‘luk’ at myself, there's nothing wrong.”
“ur the 1 gttng on me for hw i type 😒”
“I'm not ‘getting on you’ I'm simply explaining that you should practice proper spelling and grammar”
“potato tomato, wtvr”
“No, potatoes are not tomatoes. Ches, that's wrong.”
“lets not 4gt the musical grammar.”
“You need to use it properly”
“it gts the poin acros”
“You have a very bad habit of writing one thing and then playing completely the other, and don't get me started on your abbreviations in music as well”
“it gts the poin acrossssss”
“Somehow you're making across not look like a word”
“its ez enuf”
“🙁”
“(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)”
“What is that thing why is it looking at me like that”
“lol”
“Don't laugh.”
“lmao”
“stp
No”
“YES YOU DID IT”
He scoffed; it was a typo, nothing more. Yet still, Ches had taken a screenshot of it and sent it to him. Glam couldn't help but let out a doting laugh. Ches found humor in everything, didn't he?
“What did you message me for again?”
“js to say gm n that i liv u (:
luc*
luv*”
“Well good morning. I love you too, Ches.”
“oh, n the shop is having a sale on the gibsons”
“You know me well 😊”
Glam used mom emojis; frankly Ches found it endearing.
“almst st th shop on fire again lol”
“Why is that the order you told me that in”
“priorities”
“Stop starting fires how did you even manage that this time”
“idk, my tea was nxt 2 my cigs”
“Was there lighter fluid in your tea? I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore”
“cigs
1 of thm were lit
🔥”
“Right, so what does the tea have to do with it?”
“it cot on fire
mayb it was bc the wood”
“Exactly how did you manage that it's like you defy the laws of physics, was the wood not wet?”
“hm. ig”
“You still don't see why I'm concerned?”
“nah dude, i thot u might knw how it gos hre 4 all i knw, th tea is the fire”
“Ches that's so wrong”
“not w/ me arund”
“no”
“i always tll u that isaac newton is a liar.”
“He isn't a liar you're insane”
“says u lol”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“:/”
“What?”
“whos th 1 always mkng sure evrythng's prfect, or stalking whn u find intrst in smne, u wnt out of ur way to gt infrnt of a motrcycl to meet viki”
“I don't see how thats relevant.”
“rite”
“Rice?”
“Right. Back to ur thrpy”
“I don't go to therapy, Ches”
“exactly u need to go”
“What gives you that idea?”
“a lot of thngs Glam, youv done plnty to cause concrn”
“you've done some concerning things too”
“u riskd ur life over bike keys, nd Dee has mentond some of ur moments, jst go to therpy man.”
“what moments?”
“js go to therapy if not for him for me?”
“Well, maybe I could go once.”
“Sure sure, ty glam luv ya”
“I love you too Ches”
“Oh also culd I brng my landry ovr. I ned it clesned and my machine is brokn again”
“Alright, bring them by tomorrow then. Use the front door this time please!”
“ty I won't”
“I know. So how does scheduling therapy work exactly? I’ve never considered it.”
“dnt wrry I got it”
“Ok, well I'm going to make a salad for lunch now. I'll talk to you later.”
“ok hld on I'll be rght ovr”
“I thought you were coming tomorrow?”
“I wnt salad”
“Alright, the windows should be locked right now, you'll have to use the front door.”
“I hve my ways glam”