there are three things that drive me crazy in this world. 1) people who never text back when you've messaged them more than five times in a row. 2) being third wheeled. and 3) omegle.
devastatingly, those things have became the reality of the now.
"no," my best friend, lisa giggled into the phone. "you hang up first."
believe it or not, this has been going on for two hours. with an eye roll, i turned my eyes back to the website; omegle. it was basically a place for boredom or nudity, or both. in my case, it was boredom.
you: 17, girl.
stranger has disconnected.
asl was the complete downfall of being rejected. for example; if you're a girl who's talking to a girl, then you are one hundred percent likely to be skipped. and if you're a girl talking to a pedophile, you're most likely going to skip the pedophile no matter what. [ well, unless you're into all that kinky shit. ] all i wanted was just someone to talk to.
popping my knuckles, i clicked on the 'reconnect' button.
stranger: pls don't ask me asl
you: y r u an 88 yr old man who doesn't want to be discovered?
stranger: lul don't be cute
you: awz ur a girl 2 yay
stranger: no. i'm 100% male
you: or 100% boy*
stranger: ha ha. very funny ._.
you: ur the 1st person who hasn't skipped me yet congrats
stranger: now i feel bad bc i was about to skip you
you: bc u got booty hurt
stranger: tf is booty hurt?11??
you: idek, don't ask me
stranger: i'm harry.
you: o like harry potter eh?
stranger: wOW lets be friends
stranger: ur a mean person, anyone ever tell you that?
you: many times
stranger: do u have kik? gotta go bc school
you: sCHOOL? HOGWARTS?
stranger: i wish it was hogwarts, but sadly, more like hell
you: :-( aw well, its @nonigga
stranger: srsly or
you: lmao no, its @alexcole
stranger has disconnected.
looking up from my laptop, i spotted lisa crying quietly.
"uh, what happened?"
"he hung up."
with a raised eyebrow, i laughed. "one way or another, one of you had to."
i loved lisa, don't get me wrong, but she sure was a pain in the ass sometimes.
a minute or two later, my phone beeped, indicating that i received a message.
harrystyles: hAAHAH I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO BE OLDER BUT HAHAH YOU LOOK LIKE A 15 YR OLD GIRL OMFG HAHAHAH
scowling down at my phone, i quickly wrote back.
alexcole: correction, asshole; i'm 17. and what are you, like, 60???
5 seconds later:
harrystyles: do i rlly look 60 in my profile pic??111? :-(
with curiosity, i clicked on his profile, and there staring back at me was a boy no older than i was. he had locks of curly brown hair and piercing green eyes. his arms seemed to be circled around a petite girl, her mouth wide open as if she were laughing. believe or not, he's probably the hottest guy i've ever seen in my life.
alexcole: you could've gotten that off google or somethin'
harrystyles: and i laugh. well talk to you soon alex. (;
"who are you texting?" lisa smiled.
"don't lie to me, alex. you were smiling at something, what was it?"
"ugh!" i groaned, "is it a crime to smile at nothing?"
after i said that, i made sure lisa wasn't looking, and the biggest smile sprawled across my face.