I’m busy typing out another message to follow on but their reply is immediate.
It’s accompanied by a winking face emoji.
“Oh, you can fuck right off!” I declare as if they can hear me.
I type back quickly.
They have the nerve to add.
And that’s what I’m going to do. It’s absolutely what I intend to do, but when I see they’re typing, I pause.
For some unfathomable reason, I do indeed wait.
I don’t know if it’s bait, but it feels like it is when I take it.
I open my mouth as I look up my previous messages and see exactly two introductions. Fucker.
I brace myself for another sarcastic comment about me checking out their content but it doesn’t come. I also see they’re not typing immediately. There. I’ve finally shut them up. And fuck, my tea reallyisstewed now so I tip it down the sinkgiving the black liquid a disgusted look for good measure as it disappears down the drain With great disappointment, I fill a glass with water and drink that instead before walking to the staircase. I give my suitcase a quick glance but I decide I’ll unpack later after I’ve got rid of the smell of aeroplane from my skin. And after I’ve made sure I’ve got rid of this eejit.
As if to check this has been achieved, I’m checking my messages as soon as I sit down on my bed that stands in the centre of my spacious and light bedroom. I know it’s basic as fuck, but I love neutral shades and my bedroom is a testament to this with pale cream walls, beige details in the furniture and soft furnishings, and crisp white bedding.
I’m only half-surprised to see a reply from ElBaby.
My reply comes easily to me.
