Leona

Grey: Val...

Me: Grey...

Grey: I miss you.

Me: You just miss the intellectual challenge.

Grey: I mean... come on! These ten year olds dont know how to play. They just click on random cards.

Grey: Can you get on?

Grey: Please.

Grey: You wont see me beg often.

Grey: Woman!?

Me: Remind me why I gave you my actual cellphone number?

Grey: Because you love me.

Me: That's debatable.

Grey: Oh I love debating! Topic: You Love Me...

Grey: 1. You always answer me within three minutes.

Grey: 2. You always give in to me.

Grey: 3. You put up with my shenanigans.

Grey: 4. You've never asked me to tone it down when I flirt with you.

Grey: 5. You didnt deny it.

I stared at the texts in shock.

Does he think I was in love with him? I hadn't even met the guy! I don't even know where he lived or what his age was.

Grey: I freaked you out. It's been 18 minutes and you havent answered. I was just joking, Valeera.

Me: I know you were. I was busy writing.

I lied.

Grey: Instead of Hearthstone?

Me: There's more to life than summoning Murlocs.

Grey: *Gasp*

Grey: I may have to fire you.

Me: Fire me from what!?

Grey: Best friend.

Me: But. :(

Grey: What are ya gonna do about it?

Me: Parenting 101. You don't give in while the child is whining.

Grey: Valeera

Me: Greyson

I sat on my bed eagerly awaiting for Greyson's response.

I decided I would actually start on that new poem I had running through my thoughts.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed and I looked down to read the text.

Grey: James

Me: James?

Grey: My name is James Greyson.

Me: Why are you telling me this now?

Grey: Because I trust you. Is your real name Valeera?

I thought about it for a moment.

Do I really want him to be able to google me and see what happened four years ago? It isn't like I'd ever meet him in real life.

Me: Yeah

Grey: I'm glad. It's kind of hot. ;)

Me: My eyes are rolling so much right now that I'm giving Cupid's Match a run for its money.

I quietly laughed to myself as I typed out the running joke amongst all wattpaders that read Cupid's Match.

After Grey didn't respond for a while, I sat staring at my screen at his full name. I tapped my fingers on my thighs, contemplating on looking him up or not.

I am definitely going to stalk him on Facebook now.

I opened my laptop and typed in the name. It was a little hard to investigate since I didn't know a lot about him, other than the fact he played Hearthstone and I remembered he said something about snow, so I looked through all of the James Greysons that lived in colder climates.

My eyes skimmed over the page, passing by all the kids and old men. After twenty minutes of looking, I was left for four more James Greysons on the page.

Two of the four weren't what I had imagined Grey looking like. One guy was a little short with long hair and so I went onto the last one.

In my mind, I decided that those three couldn't have been him. When my eyes landed on the last possibility on the page, my heart dropped inside my chest.

His golden eyes pierced through the screen, peering into my soul. His hair was perfectly sculpted and it was as if he walked right off an ad for Calvin Klein.

That couldn't be him, because that would be too good to be true. And he wouldn't play something as dorky as Hearthstone.

Even though I knew it wasn't him, I couldn't help but to filter through all of his photos and posts. I must have scrolled through forty perfectly gorgeous pictures when I came across a shirtless one. I slammed my laptop screen shut and closed my eyes.

That guy isn't human.

I decided to keep my mind off of Grey for a little bit and write some poetry.

Fear Is a Lie

Even if you

Shatter my weeping heart,

Crush my weak bones,

And shred my pathetic life to pieces

I will never fear you.

Fear is a deception.

Fear is a lie.

Fear would consume my hope

Until I have nothing left to contribute.

I won't fear.

I will not fear you.

I refuse.

"Leonaa!?" I paused my typing as I answered my Aunt.

"Yeah!?" And thus went forth our routine yelling matches across our tiny two bed one, bath house that was barely big enough for one person.

"I'm goinng t-to... work!" Oh, God. She sounded drunk.

"Okay!" I yelled back as I turned back to my laptop. I looked over my work one more time.

I read the poem one more time. Once I was satisfied with how it was, I selected a song on my Spotify and proceeded to get ready for school.

'Pay No Mind' by Madeon blasted through my speakers as I danced and got dressed.

I glanced down after I had thrown on a hoodie to see that Greyson... or James had texted me.

Grey: Val?

Me: Yeah?

Grey: How long have we been talking... like two years?

Me: I think so.

I texted him back as I boarded the city bus to get to school. I sat in the back alone as I watched people of all ages filter out and in through the fold-able doors.

Greyson texted me again as I was stepping off the bus onto the pavement in front of my school.