“Untitled Fragment #1″

“were r u” the screen said.

He began hitting the keys again, sloppily, “At a bar. Drunk…”. Send. The music was blasting in his ears, causing his brain to vibrate. ‘were r u’! What an idiot, he thought. She wasn’t smart and he was (at least in his opinion). And yet, in a bar surrounded by bonafide intellectuals, after four drinks, and after two hours since midnight, it was only her he wanted to connect with. The phone buzzed again; a quick response, meaning he had her attention. The screen read:

“oh. heh.
havin fun”“oh. heh. havin fun”

havin fun. The simple act of ordering a drink, over whatever this shit they were playing was, had caused his voice to go hoarse. Everybody else seemed to be having fun. They were smiling, drinking, laughing, and a few even walked by to motion him to join them. Everything about this place said ‘fun’. But he stood in the corner, texting the girl who was too stupid and oblivious to realize that he didn’t want to be friends. He hit the keys again.

” No. But it’s takin four drinks for me to say this: I love you.”, he left it there on the screen, letting the phone’s illumination fade out before he started frantically hitting the ‘back’ key, erasing whatever this quick lapse into honesty had caused him to write.

“Yes”, he wrote. Send.