My phone flashed brightly in my dark room. Mostly because Cutesy had a white background that could blind someone. Not even the light purple accents of the app could help the bright light. But the color was pretty despite what some of the purple frames held. Apparently, it was "TTT" on Cutesy. For those don't know what that is, that's Ta-Ta-Tuesday. In other words, women are showing off their boobs.

I had to sigh. My boobs were nothing I could compete with. Yes, I was chubby, but most of that went in different places while my chest remained the skinniest part of me. It also was kind of painful to know that girls who posted nothing but their chest had gained so many hearts, which tells you that people love it to the point that they are willing to push a little fictional heart.

The last photo I had posted was of myself, walking right before I fell, almost ending my life. I didn't almost die because of me falling. Nah, I had cushion on me. What almost killed me was the fact that Thorin just had to touch me.

Anyway, back to Cutesy.

Women, different sizes, different looks, different everything posted a picture of their cleavage. I thought I was going to have to erase everything on my phone because of all the shit I saw but I couldn't. I had too many good pictures of me and I needed those to feel good about myself while I lay in bed with a double chin and the sweatpants that I slip off and on before and after school.

Perks of no friends, yo.

Not going to lie, there was a little twinge of jealousy that thankfully didn't make me twitch my eye like some murderous girlfriend who saw her boyfriend wave to another female. I wasn't like that, I didn't want to get my hands bloody but the fact that these girls were getting likes for their boobs was not good to me. Little miss selfish me thought that I could have that attention if I just smashed my boobs together and posted it. But did I? Nope, I was ready yet.

I resorted to something different.

Need someone who isn't perverted and funny to chat with. 17 F. (I had to make sure that I got fewer pervs that time)

With my fingers crossed, I posted the little confession to the group. I smiled when it finally popped up with a little purple frame. Of course, there just had to be a big pair of boobs right underneath the confession. But hey, maybe they would look up from the pair and see what I had written. It was the only thing they were going to get out of me.

I wasn't going to use up all of my good photos for the whole group to see, I'd rather just use them as backup for when I finally meet a guy I am willing to show myself to. Not some forty year old man who's name is Tim or Tom. The worst part of it was that when I was scrolling through the app on MM which is for Man Mondays for the norms, I saw him. He didn't send me a picture of himself, but I saw his username that he posted the picture under.

Let's just say that Kermit had a tanned brother. Or father. I don't know anymore.

Hey :)

Yoooo (THE ASSHOLE DIDN'T EVEN PUT THE PERIOD AT THE END.)

Ayye girl.

Sup.

Why did the tomato blush?

Okay, I will admit this app has given me some firsts. It has given me the first time where I am willing to show my face and even make a somewhat splash in the community pool. It has also given me the first time of boys rushing at me. The only time I could think about is when the guy nudged my shoulder and took me down like a professional wrestler and didn't even look back. But I did also take it as a compliment that I was weightless to him.

I started with the first guy, it was fair in my book. His username was BigDaddy122 and I already was ready to block his ass faster than when Mel was ready to kill the punching bag.

Me: Hi, how are you?

BigDaddy122: I'm good.

He didn't even ask me how I was. Oooh, I was close from already ending the conversation with him.

Me: Okay.

I said that to give him time to conjure up something to keep the conversation going because it wasn't going to be all on me. For the first time, there were guys out there wanting to talk to me.

He didn't say anything. Onto the next contestant!

Mr. Yoooo with no period had the username of MrEnlgand. No, seriously, he had misspelled England or it was some type of nickname. I didn't know. But why not try and talk to him.

Me: Hello :)

MrEnlgand: hi. how r u?

HE PUT THE PERIOD AT THE WRONG PART OF THE SENTENCE. But he did ask how I was which was a plus.

Me: Good, you?

MrEnlgand: God. (I'm glad that he was God) How old r u?

Didn't he see that I had posted my age on the confession? I was also praying that he wasn't old enough to technically be my father. Trust me, I begged the almighty for none of those.

Me: 17, you?

MrEnlgand: 19

Nineteen wasn't bad, it was only two years older than me depending on his birthday. Everything was still "god".

MrEnlgand: Can i see u?

I sent him a picture of me because I had nothing to hide.

A few minutes had passed without a reply. I began to worry that maybe that he was so dumb that he somehow fell and broke his skull. Or that he thought that I was so ugly that he didn't want to talk to me. Unfortunately, it was the later. Would have been funny if it was the first option.

Bummed, I decided to skip to the very last one. The Joker. He was the only one to actually tell a joke instead of saying something stupid or doesn't have the ability to put a period at the end of his sentences or NOT EVEN SPELL ENGLAND RIGHT. But whatever.

This one was interesting. The person didn't have some gross name like BigDaddy or something weird. Just interesting. LoveFighter.

LoveFighter: Why did the tomato blush?

Me: Why did the tomato blush?

LoveFighter: Because it saw the salad dressing!

I buried myself further down into the pillows and blankets on my bed as I tried to hold back the snorts that were coming out of me. I had to keep any dignity I had. The joke was bad, so bad I was actually laughing.

Me: That joke.... it was terrible.

LoveFighter: Hey! I worked hard on that joke. Maybe you just don't know humour.

Me: Excuse me! I have a great sense of humor, I just tend to like the finer things.

My teeth bit into my bottom lip to stop the slight smile that was starting to form. It was nice to be playful with someone.

LoveFighter: Finer things? You must have a thing for guys like me then.

Was I going to hit the block button after that? No, because it made me laugh out loud. I quickly had to slap my hand on my lips to cover up my laughter. My mother was downstairs asleep but I still didn't want to risk it. It wasn't like she was going to hear me either, my window was open and the noises outside could easily hide mine.

Me: Cocky are we?

LoveFighter: Cocky? No. Confident? You know it.

Me: My eyes are basically rolling in the back of my head.

I wasn't lying either.

LoveFighter: Then how can you type? Ooh, and tell me what it looks like behind your eyes.

Me: I'm so amazing that I can type without having to see. It's not that great, to be honest, kind of dark and slimy.

LoveFighter: Sounds just wonderful.

Me: It is.

He stopped talking for a while. Is it bad that I actually stared at the little conversation that we had for the longest time? It was because that I hadn't talked to anyone like that before in real life besides my mom and in the online world.

LoveFighter: Sorry, I had to get ready.

I waited for a few minutes. It was a little trick I had learned from my mom when she was getting me ready to "date". Jokes on her, I had never been on a date.

Me: It's all good, I should probably start heading to bed here. Unfortunately I get to go to the grocery store tomorrow D;

LoveFighter: But there's ice cream at the store.

A fellow ice cream addict? No, no, I wasn't part of that life anymore.

Me: What's your favorite ice cream?

LoveFighter: Coffee.

Me: Dude, same.

Well it was until I had to quit.

LoveFighter: I knew you had good taste. What's your name?

Me: Flora, yours?

LoveFighter: I go by Tj. Nice to meet you, Flora.

Tj? Good god, please tell me that it wasn't that idiot wasn't Terry, the jock man who was failing math. No, it was impossible. They didn't use the American version of "humor". So they must not be from the states, I was all good.

And I thought I was going to get a heart attack from all of the ice cream I used to consume.

Me: Nice to meet you too :D How old are you Tj?

LoveFighter: 17. Hey, I got to go. Something has come up, talk tomorrow?

Me: Sure :) Bye Tj.

LoveFighter: Bye Flora.

I was welcomed by the darkness of my room. The only light was the moon that crept into my room. I was thinking about closing my window because it was getting a little chilly but I didn't want to disrupt the moon. It had brought me a good night.

But there was a disturbance of the silence. Not even a cricket moved it's legs to the point that it was loud enough for the neighborhood. No, it wasn't that stupid to make noise. But what was? A door. A door that clicked just loud enough for me to hear and actually get up. Am I nosey? I've noticed that I am.

My feet hated me for ripping the covers off of them and make them take the cool chill of my wooden floor once more. But I had to. I had to see why that door had clicked at such a late time. I wanted to punch my floor, it had creaked while I stepped onto it, trying to be ninja like. The hatred was going to have to be taken out on the punching bag.

The outside world was asleep. Nothing moved, not the cars that slept in the driveways. The trees that were slowly dying where not swaying and of course the houses remained dark. Nothing seemed alive, well except for something. The dark figure that was slipping out of the front yard of the house across from mine. Thorin's house.

Thorin was sneaking out that was until he stopped further down the sidewalk. Dumping the bag that was on his shoulder, he dug into his pocket until he found a packet of cigarettes and lighter. He was willing to get caught just to inhale nicotine and make his lungs even more black.

He was dumb.

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