CHERRY BOMB.

seventy five.

"Jason ?" chérie didn't
expect her gasp to be
this loud, but it was
and she could hear
jason chuckle
behind the phone.

"It's wannabejohncena,
well with an underscore
now," jason said, his heart
was ringing in his ear, not
knowing how she would
react.

"Jason," chérie's voice
was much more softer
this time, almost as if
she was going to cry
again.

"The one and only," that wasn't
exactly what jason wanted to
say, more like yes baby but
kept to himself to be less,
boyfriendish.

". . . . ." chérie went
silent. she had so
many things to say
but here she was
being a mute.

"By the way thank you for
popping my cherry, you were
right being in range 2 is extremely
boring," jason noticed her lack
of words and tried to change
the subject to a lighter one
even if he preferred to hear
her talk than him.

"I knew that conversation
was far too familiar," chérie,
for the first time in a while,
giggled, forgetting about her
sobbing two seconds ago.

"I still can't believe Emma
deleted my old account and
even worse, someone else
has my username," jason
was happy when he heard
her laugh, a warm feeling
spreading through his chest
at the sound.

"I wasn't sure it was
you and I certainly
didn't want to see
if it was in case it
was a pedophile," in
a weird way, chérie
found herself comforted
by the sound of his voice.
still the same raspy and
calm voice.

"And you said I had
a limp dick, which I
didn't, your character
was the one limping
after the hook up," it
almost felt like nothing
changed, unless if you
didn't count the slight
tension between them.

"Wait, how did you even
know I needed another
box of tissu, I did-" chérie
didn't even finish her
sentence when a sense
of déjá vue hit her. she
looked over at her screen
and noticed a bright white
light was shining on her
open laptop.

"I guess you never fully
learned that leaving your
laptop on the open with an
illegal game running in the
background can be easily
hacked and watched by
others just like when-"
jason was cut of by
chérie this time.

"Just like when I masturbated
in front of 1,000 viewers,"
chérie shut her laptop, not
before erasing her history
and the browser.

"It was 2,000 viewers
actually," jason shut his
own laptop as she did,
no longer using it since
she disconnected her
camera. still his heart
was aching at the sight
he saw moments ago.

"I thought that cam
was going to ruin my
life, thank god nobody
gives a fuck about a
girl masturbating,"
chérie tried to ignore
the familiar nagging
in the back of her
mind, the conversation
was far too friendly
compared to how they
left things.

". . . ." both laughed before
the tension came back again,
now too hard to hide or push
around.

"Jason," chérie started
hesitantly but jason
interrupted her before
she got to a topic he
didn't want to hear.