Text Heart

“Yeah, that’s what I said too. But I couldn’t believe it. They just don’t seem like they’d be dating. LOL.”

Wes typed vigorously and with ease on the small keypad of his red flip phone. He had been having a text conversation with his friend Marley. They were gossiping about the newest, unlikely couple at school.

Wes laid the red cell phone on his chest as he waited for Marley to reply. He looked at the alarm clock on his bed side table.

11:04 PM.

Wes had school in the morning, he had to be up by six o’clock in the morning to get ready. This however never stopped him from texting, and what better hour to text at? It seemed that all the good text conversations occurred past bed times.

Wes was lying in his comfy bed, with red satin sheets surrounding every part of his body. His whole room was cloaked in red, his favorite color.

Finally, he felt his phone vividly vibrate on his chest. He opened the phone. On the main screen a banner read “1 new message”

After he hit “ok” his inbox was opened.

“From Marley:”

“LOL I KNOW! And besides, I’m a little jealous of Leona. How did she hook up with a guy like Luther?! Their names sure sound glamorous together tho...Leona and Luther. DAMN! Well anyways, my mom’s telling me to go to bed. I’ll see you at school tomorrow! TTYL!”

Wes was unsure if he should reply back or not, he knew that he wouldn’t get a reply after this anyways. He decided against it and laid the phone beside him on the matching red sheets.

Wes adored texting. If texting was an art he’d be Van Gogh, or Picasso, or Da Vinci. And he was one of East Ridge Academy’s most popular people, how could he not text? Only the uncool people at school didn’t text.

For the next few minutes Wes just laid in his bundle of red sheets staring up at the high ceiling of his room with the mesmerizing swirls etched into the plaster. The back light of his alarm clock was bright, and it filled the room with a dim light.

Wes’s eyes were beginging to feel heavy, and they involuntarily began to close. Wes rememered that somethign was going to happen at school tomorrow, and he was very excited. But what was it? Marley had mentioned it in a text earlier too.

Wes was now at the point where he could easily fall asleep, and he didn’t feel like leaving his comfortable transe to search for a text in his inbox of 139 text messages.

It can wait until tomorrow morning, thought Wes and he finally ventured into the unconsciousness known as sleep.

A/N- Like I've said in my profile, 3rd person is not my usual format. And I had a random idea to make this story, it sort of tells about addictions to texting, and I'm guilty of that too!