Character

The last post was an exercise in perspective. What really happened? Who's telling it? Is it the truth? What is truth? Bla bla.

Then there are all the characters that resulted from that - or is it the same one? (Oooooh.)

Here's a few lines I wrote about a character I suspect will continue to appear for a while:

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Once upon a time, there lived a girl who met a boy who didn’t ask for her phone number. Instead he said, ‘Hey, yo, I think you’re cool, and shit, hit me up on that blackberry, ma.’ So, she did. 

Later that night they chatted for a few hours, and when she said goodnight he said, ‘That’s what’s up.’

The next day, after he asked her what she’d had for breakfast, lunch and dinner, he said, ‘That’s my shit right there!’

And when she told him what she did for fun, and added him on Facebook, he said, ‘Tight.’

In the days between he asked her what she was wearing, offered to scrub her back, and sent her a picture of himself. It was one of those ones where you just know the camera was positioned right beneath a nostril – the better to smell you with, my dear? He sent it and said, ‘??’ and so she said, ‘Lol.’

One morning, four days later, her phone pinged with a message. It was him, again. It said, ‘Don’t wanna be a pest, ma. If you’re not feeling the kid, it’s aight,’ so she didn’t reply.

And they lived separately ever after.