To Jackass:
Hey
From Jackass:
helloo rooooooommmya
To Jackass:
.... Are you okay?
From Jackass:
hahaaj yea
To Jackass:
Are you drunk?
From Jackass:
maybe justa little. it's soo boring thoughg. party of 1 ;(
To Jackass:
Bad time to text?
From Jackass:
wait no don't go
From Jackass:
hey dont ignore me flower girl
From Jackass:
i am so alonee. literaly. there is no body home lol.
From Jackass:
u should come. pleaseeeeeeeeeee i am so bored
To Jackass:
I hope you know you're embarrassing yourself.
From Jackass:
but i like you so much
From Jackass:
:(
To Jackass:
You're impossible.
From Jackass:
does thast mean yoyu will come?
To Jackass:
Yes.
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Friday night. Usually reserved for crashing parties, illegal street racing, and other questionable activities. But here I was, outside Jack's house.
I knocked on the door, not letting myself question it.
A few minutes later, Jack greeted me with a silly, goofy smile. The opposite of his glares when he first started working at the shop—I'd never seen someone look so pleased to see me. It came as such a shock, so unlike him, that I couldn't help but laugh.
"You came," he said. Out loud. His voice surrounded me. Maybe it was wrong to be excited he was drunk. Only because it'd mean we wouldn't have to text to communicate. I'd lose count of all the words he'd say to me, just like I had that night on the lake.
YOU ARE READING
The One Without Words
Teen Fiction"Go ahead," I said, backing up against the pink wall of the shop. "Do something other than glare at me." I waited. One, two, three seconds... and nothing. I raised my chin at him. "You're boring me, mute boy." He stepped closer. Leaned toward me as...
