His room is so fracking big!

 How does anyone hide something this amazing? 

 The bed could fit 20 people! 

Why on earth would a teenage boy want a bed this large?

 Don't worry I've answered myself.

"Sit here." he says motioning to a cushioned chair by his bed. 

He picks up some of his clothes on the floor and tosses them into some kind of hamper like he's embarrassed or something. 

He shouldn't be, I'm the one who knocked on his door all because I'm feeling lonely. 

Well he did say that he wanted to talk to me so, this goes hand in hand. I wonder why he wants to talk now, all he's been doing is being mean to me.

He picks up his phone which vibrates continuously, looking frustrated with his eyes fixated and his eyebrows furrowed.

 You'd think that someone's blowing up his phone.

It's kind of hilarious how that could ever happen it's amazing that he actually has a phone. 

He slides his index finger across then looks up at me finally.

"How do I say this?" he places a hand on his hip looks down, mumbles inaudibly then back up again then shrugs.

 "Okay, I've never been good with a phone and the guys added me to a group chat which I cannot leave and..."

 "You want my help?" I say placing a hand to my chest.

 "Yes, don't make this harder than it is. I need your help to teach me their language. I think it's called slang and it's evolving daily. I know that you understand it clearly and I've heard the way you speak. It's like you don't even know English."

I scoff and cross my arms. 

This is offensive. 

"Okay since I can't speak the basic language maybe I should help you with a completely different language." I say standing up getting ready to leave, 

"No wait." 

I relax my shoulders and turn around to face him. 

"What?"

He looks completely hopeless now, but a smirk quickly creeps up his lips. His gorgeous, kissable li-

 "I need you." If it isn't enough that he almost smiled, this could put me on life support.

 Those words struck every nerve in my body. 

I can't deny the fact, you can't deny it, he said he needs me. 

But I play it cool and say,

 "Okay. When?"

He sighs and surprisingly smiles, "Would now be great?" he asks looking so boyish unlike what he looks like everyday. 

"Sure, bring me your phone." he hands it over and i grab it.

It's been so long since I've held a phone, a tiny box full of information, come to mama.

 "I'm just seeing words like chill, yeet, btw, lmao here. Do you understand what they mean?" He shakes his head looking so clueless. 

I probably look like a judgmental freak here but come on. 

Was he born in the ice age?

Clueless, clueless boy.

"Could you please answer the last text message, it looks like it's directed to me.

 I'm not really sure about it. 

"Okay." 

Homer[Asher] : Rybear! STFU, i don't need your judge.

So i just say,

Ryebread[ryan]: Dude Chill

Homer[Asher]: ...

Marge[Amber]: ...

Homer: Did he just?

Marge: He just...

Ryebread[ryan]: Yup

I can't stop laughing. 

I just spooked the shit out of them. 

I see they're awake now.

 Does he know that they called him Ryebread, jeez their nicknames are ridiculous but perfect for them. 

"What is it? What did they say?" I am wheezing, can you hear me wheezing?

 "Dude calm down, they didn't say much. It's what I made them do. They are shook AF!" 

I earn a confused expression, "Oh, it means that I shocked them. They can't believe that one, you understood what Asher said and two, that you said chill. To me it's hilarious because it implies that you've been lost the entire time!" 

And that's enough for me to break all my ribs. 

"That's great I guess. They can't know about this." I nod. 

Now that I'm a bit more serious, "I'll need a phone to teach you this stuff. I can't keep talking to you verbally. They'll know." he rolls his eyes, processes the information and nods. The words that come out of his mouth next are insane, "I'll take you shopping for a new phone tomorrow."

I jump up and down

 "Thank you, thank you,thank you!!!"and without asking for permission my arms wrap themselves around his neck.

 I'm expecting him to throw me out but he wraps his arms around my waist.

 It's such a warm feeling, it's not fake this time. I hope.

I try to pull away but he tightens his grip. Nestling his head in the crook of my neck, his warm breath brushing against it.

Shiiiiiiit. 

This is actually happening. I can't believe this!

My ribs have just shattered to pieces and my heart has fallen to my stomach. There's nothing left to hold it right?

Just as I'm about t give in and return the embrace...

He sighs on my shoulder then let's go.

 I let go hesitantly.

Now we're just two people hooking their fingers in their jean pockets looking at the floor. "The floor looks amazing.Is that mahogany.?"I ask him mentally face palming myself.

People don't make floors out of maho-

 "It is actually, how'd you know?" Thank goodness he can't see my face right now.

 I can't blush obviously because of all this melanin but my face and ears are burning.

I haven't answered him yet.

Say something stupid. You're being rude. He'll think you're being rude then he'll beat the crap out of you.

"Um...just a guess?" I answer. 

Wow we are having a conversation right now. From no angle.

 "It's fascinating how i rarely look down at it." he answers and this goes on and on. 

"Hey, you shouldn't find it interesting, you're in you room every day. I should be the one to look down in embarrassment and admire it trying to mask my embarrassment." he laughs out loud and looks up at the ceiling. 

Wow that's the first time I've heard him laugh wholeheartedly. It's amazing to hear him laugh. It's like witnessing the first rain drops after 7 years of a drought.

 "Better?" 

"Better, that's something no one looks at everyday." I say and continue, "I should."

 "Yeah." He agrees. 

I make my way to the door then he says, "Lena?"

 "Yes?" I ask maybe he's not done. 

"Thank you." I nod without turning and head out.

 A breath escapes from my lungs as soon as the door shuts behind me.

 I try so hard not to squeal.

"I'm getting a phooone.I'm getting a phooone." I sing doing the cabbage patch and shut my bedroom door behind me. I jump onto my fluffy bed and let it all out. 

I can finally go back to tik tok, wattpad, youtube, instagram, twitter, facebook even though it's so old.

 Wait...now that I'm technically a different person, wouldn't I need to start all over again?

Eh, it's not like I had followers anyways.

 FMLYF!