Travis and I continued our chat until my mom told me to get off the computer and do my homework. I sighed. My mom was always like that. Always wanting me to do boring and tedious stuff like Math and, such.
She tells me to make friends and when I do? She tells me to stop talking to them so much and do my homework.
Mary Monroe Quite contrary...
That's the way things work.
Travis PMed me the whole time I was doing my homework.
Finally exasperated I told him to stop and I was doing my homework.
If we'd been talking in real life I know his voice would sound hurt.
I didn't mean to be so mean though.
I'm new at this friend thing, and Travis was awesome.
I didn't want to upset him, but I didn't know WHAT upset him.
Apparently talking in caps (AKA yelling at him) upset him a lot.
I could imagine a scared, forlorn little boy on the other end of the computer.
That's what Travis reminded me of.
A scared little boy.
He'd lost his Memory and everything.
And now... He didn't even know who he was.
Okay. I'm updating. Smiles!