The smartphone (pt 1)

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You can't imagine how big my smile was on the way home from school.

Imagine that you are a 7-year-old and that your parents for Christmas, you have bought yourself a huge trampoline and a swimming pool. Take the baby's smile and multiply it by 10, and you'll get the answer.

While I was walking down the street I was already thinking about what I should write to her. 'Hey, what's upp?': too much formal. 'Hey , how are you?': cringe 'Hey, I'm Sean': I have no idea. Seriously, I couldn't even pay attention to class because I was thinking about her and what had happened that day. A lot of questions had been asked in my mind. Why was she bullied? Why does it help others? But above all, how did she recognize my tattoos? I mean, those video games weren't that well known, unless you were a fixer like me. Not to mention Arrivals, one of my favorite movies. I could keep thinking for hours and hours, but I came to the front door in much less time than usual. I opened the door and put my school bag on the chair in the entrance. I went upstairs to my room, but this time it was different. I didn't hear my mother talking. 'She's going to go to the bathroom,' I thought, continuing up the stairs. "Jack". I turned around, looking at her in the eyes. She gave me a little cold smile." "What is that big smile" she joked a little.  "Happy to meet your mother again?"  I was going to answer her ironically, but all of a sudden, the phone rang. My mother looked at me again, this time longer, and then approached her fucking phone. "Ryan!" I heard, as she walked away.  I didn't even want to retort, I ran straight to my room, I lay on the bed, picked up the phone and unlocked it. Obviously, it was full of YouTube notifications and video games that I hadn't played in months. I immediately went looking for Whatsapp, looking for it among all the useless applications I had. "Got'cha" I said out loud. As always, I get thousands of messages from the family group and stories that I didn't want to watch. I scrolled, looking through all the contacts I had, noting that Felix was online. I decided to talk to him about what had happened today, pointing out that I would do the same even if he was here. At the end, he was my best friend.

J: Hey, you sweed

J: I know you're online just answer me you lazy ass

F: I'm here jeez can you wait some seconds

J: I need to talk to u NOW

F: shoot

J: I MET A GIRL

And that's how you make your friend listen.

F: Hell yea finally

J: Shut up and listen

     She gave me her number but I don't know how to talk to her.

     I  NEED HELP

F: Ok calm down tell me how did you met her

I told him the story, the fight, how she who cured my wounds and recognized my tattoos, and I can tell that he was surprised too.

F: a gamer girl

    nothing better than that

J: you think she is?

F:  you need to hear me

     you don't need to be too much formal. just listen to her and be                    yourself. everithing is going to be fine.

     I'm not going to let you miss this opportunity ;)

God I hate when Felix talks like that, especially in this situation. I took a deep breath, I clicked on 'New contact' and I insered the number. 'Hope it's the right one' I thought. I saved her number in the sim and called his contact Gab. Fortunately I recognized her from her profile picture.

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