"CUTESY" My phone screeched while I laid in my bed, trying to keep the little warmth I had. It was getting colder in the night, dropping from the usual seventies to the fifties. Again, I hate the heat but I also hate freezing to death.

Breaking the tightly wrapped blanket out of its tight hold, my hand grabbed my phone. There was a notification that someone messaged me.

LoveFigher: Yo.

Not going to lie, my heart twitched in my chest. Not because of a heart attack or anything, but because of excitement. I wanted to talk to him all day but I didn't know if I would be coming off too strong. The last thing I wanted to do was scare him off.

Me: Hey, what's up?

LoveFighter: Not much, just trying to sleep.

Me: Having trouble?

LoveFighter: Yeah.

Me: Same.

LoveFighter: Hm... would you rather fight a zombie or a vampire?

I paused. It wasn't like the question freaked me out or anything, something like that didn't freak me out. It was just such a hard question that took some thought.

Me: Bruh, you can't just ask such a vague question. What kind of zombies are we talking about here? Because if they're from 28 days later then vampires but only if they're from Twilight. But if the vampires are like the ones from 30 days of night, then I would have to go with the zombies.

LoveFighter: Have you thought this through before?

Me: ...Maybe. What about you?

LoveFighter: As much as I love them, I would have to fight a zombie.

Me: You like zombies?

LoveFighter: Love them. I actually have a zombie tattoo.

My heart thumped erratically at the knowledge of him having tattoos. Thorin had tattoos but then again the only time Thorin made my heart thump it was because of the anger that he caused me. The dumb-dumb went out of his way to make friends with my mom and have her drool over him. She even lifted the ban on me and him.

Me: Can I see it?

As soon as I sent the message, my phone was smothered by a mixture of my ass and my blanket. Okay, I know that guys have asked for pictures of me, but I never asked for one. And I was nervous that I was asking for too much. What if he didn't want to and then called me a weird stalker for asking one of a tattoo?

I didn't know how boy's minds worked.

"Cutesy!" The voice went off with a vibration that ignited underneath my butt. Two vibrations went off, making me nearly jump up.

Quickly, I rummaged through the blankets that decided to have some type of hurricane underneath me and washed my phone away from their deep purple folds. The vibration kept going off and the want of finding the phone grew. My claws went at the sheets, throwing them off, including my fluffy pillow that thudded against the floor. The bed slightly creaked when I moved onto my knees, lifting my ass into the air and continued to look for the phone.

Somehow, I didn't know, maybe the Satanists finally have conjured up something that was able to create a vortex that took my phone and spat it back out at the end of my bed. A little crack came out of my back as I twisted my spine to attack the phone. Collapsing my knees, I rested on my elbows.

I pressed the button on the side on my phone as my heart began to race. It was hard not to, what if the guy was sending me pictures of something that I had no desire to see? What if it was something that was going to make go to prison because it was illegal? How would I explain that to my mom? 'Oh yeah, by the way, I'm going to jail because of this guy I met online decided to show me this and now I'm part of a drug cartel operation.' I didn't think she would like that.

Now, I did get a message from this LoveFighter, but I also got another message. The message was not needed, mostly because it was from my father. It was like the universe was trying to make life hell by adding on the biggest asshole besides J something into my life once more.

As much as I wanted to see LoveFighter's tattoo, I had to put that on hold for Daddy Dearest.

DWD (Dick-wad Dad): Why aren't you texting me?

Okay, to make things clear, he hadn't text me either.

Me: You didn't text me.

DWD: You are supposed to text your father.

I sighed. I didn't want this in my life.

Me: K.

Dude, if that didn't tell him that I didn't want to talk then I didn't know what would.

DWD: Any plans after high school?

Another sigh left my mouth as the anger began to ride up like an annoying wedgie. It wasn't like this anger was usual, it wasn't, it was usually dormant until an idiot comes along. My father is an idiot. 

Me: Nope, not going to go to college or anything.

DWD: Have you thought about going to college here?

Me: You said that you were sick and tired living there?

DWD: And?

This boy was dumb, I didn't know how my intelligent self was related to him. I didn't, I didn't even know how he was alive. He was stupid, more stupid than someone who decides to pick fights, smokes, even gambles. And yet, I had to be related to him.

Me: I'm not going to move to another state away from mom if I'm just going to be abandoned.

But it wasn't like it would be the first time.

DWD: You wouldn't. Have you thought about switching high schools?

Me: Have a nice night.

DWD: Come on sweetie, we could finally live together... We have not lived together for over five years and haven't spent time together. You owe me.

Me: Dad, I want to stay here.

I had to laugh, well not laugh but push excess air out of my nose in the act of laughter. He acted like he was the one who was deserted. No, he was the one that owed me.

DWD: Why? You don't have any friends there.

Me: Yes I do.

DWD: Name two names...besides your mother's.

Now, I wasn't a name thrower. I didn't snitch, I never said anyone's name out loud, nothing. But I had to think of two names. Something, anything, but I couldn't. I couldn't even think of a name like Bob or Mary, noo. My brain didn't want to work that way, it just had to think of two names that I didn't want anything to do with.

Me: Melody and Thorin.

I practically felt my fingers burn from typing the idiot's name.

DWD: You can make new friends.

Me: Maybe I don't want to? Like how I don't want to live there.

Dick-wad Dad reply.

Smiling, I turned back to Cutesy to see what Tj had sent me. My fingers moved quickly to the home button, pressing on it and then to the Cutesy app. The animated chubby girl welcomed me one more, blowing me a kiss. I wanted to give her the middle finger for making me wait for the app to load.

Finally, the app loaded and with it, two notifications on the bottom in the little mail icon. I felt bad that it had been a few minutes since that he had messaged me but that's why I had my dad under the contact name Dick-wad Dad.

The only times I've been excited is when it was Christmas and school was over. But at that point, I was really excited. I wanted to see the tattoo, to get to know this person a little bit more each time instead of doing something gross.

A zombie tattoo popped up. The creature's skin tightly stretched in different places like their forehead yet had holes in their cheek, showing some of their broken jaw. It's mouth hung loosely as their black tongue contrasted against the green and brownish flesh. Their eyes were red and hungry looking as if it would have jumped out of my phone to eat me. It was almost too realistic. If it wasn't wasn't for the dark blue sheets that laid the pale body of the tattoo holder, I would have thought it was real.

Me: Where is that at?

LoveFighter: On my ribs.

I couldn't really tell for the image was a little blurry except for the tattoo.

Me: Cool.

LoveFighter: Do you have any?

Me: Tattoos of zombies? Nooo. I'm more of a demon person.

LoveFighter: Haha, very funny. What about tattoos in general?

Me: Hell to the no. There is no way I will ever get a tattoo?

LoveFighter: And why is that?

Me: The pain would kill me and what if I regret it?

LoveFighter: That's one of the greatest things about it, the risks.

Me: I hate risks.

LoveFighter: You probably have never taken any then.

Me: You're right and never will.

LoveFighter: Take a risk once in a while, Flora. You never know what will happen. I didn't know what would happen if I sent you that photo of my tattoo but I did anyway and what happened? You're probably drooling over it because how cool it and I am.

Me: Well, aren't you cocky. You know this is considered peer pressure, right?

LoveFighter: Oh no, this is considered good advice. You're only young once, take the bull by the damn horns and live.

Me: Well aren't you wise?

LoveFighter: And cocky ;)

Me: You cocky? Never!

LoveFighter: Sigh... well.. I have to go to bed. School is a real bitch, talk to you tomorrow?

Me: Sure.

LoveFighter: Night Flora, I hope you take a risk soon :D

Me: We'll see.