The Bad Boy's App

Maybe

With a flopping heart, I laid on my bed that felt as hard as a brick. No matter the position, I could not find comfort. It wasn't really the bed's fault or my fault. If anything, what was stopping me from entering the beautiful sleeping realms full of non-real people was the heavy weight on my subconscious.

Images of Thorin ran through my mind, feeling like chains against my brain but then again, felt like silk. Him smiling appeared and instantly made me squirm in embarrassment and confusion. His dark tattoos that signaled tattoos flashed through, making me fist a clump of my poor sheet in anger.

Was I having some tantrum? No, but my mind was trying to kill me by pulling out all of those images out of my memory file cabinet and throwing them all around like my skull was some mad house. It didn't help that somehow I somehow remembered his scent and how much I didn't hate it except for the smell of cigarettes.

That's right, Flora. Think about the cigarettes and the dumb smoking. Plus he almost killed a kid!

Okay, he didn't almost kill the kid and he did it for me. Plus, I'm not saying he didn't look hot when he did it.

I hate my brain.

LoveFighter: Hey, sorry for the late reply. What's up?

I rolled over to the vibration that buzzed on my nightstand. My eyes blinked at the blurry words until they became clear and my heart began to flutter. Now, this flutter was nothing that could take air, it was more like a baby butterfly. The one that Thorin gives me (though it feels like heartburn) felt like a bird compared to Tj's.

Me: Sorry, I was kind of panicking and I was trying to distract myself lmao.

LoveFighter: Oh shit, I'm sorry.

Me: It's all good man, it's all good.

LoveFighter: Why were you panicking?

Me: Oh you know, the usual. Bears were chasing me and I needed a hand.

LoveFighter: A hand?

Me: Well, a body to take place of my body so the bear wouldn't chase after me.

LoveFighter: But who would tell you that you're awesome?

Me: Tj, I'm sure you could fight the bear.

LoveFighter: Anything for you.

Me: Pfft, I doubt that you could fight a bear and win.

LoveFighter: That's not bear-y nice of you to say.

Me: Tj, I'm going to learn how to fight, find you like some Liam Neeson mother fucker and kick your ass for that joke.