SAMANTHA
"It's complicated," I said, groping for my headset amongst the scattered items in my chest drawer.
"What do you mean it's complicated? You either like him or you don't" I met Arla on Friendster and we developed quite a bond within a short period of time.
I had never seen her face, and neither had she seen mine as we only did voice calls. She didn't know where I was but I caught a whiff of her location during one of her careless rambles. The cons of talking too much. She schooled and lived in downtown San Diego
"You guys fucked, and it was like you were riding into the sunset on a white stallion" She was sounding dreamy like she was there.
"Quit daydreaming Arla," I said while still ransacking the room for my headset.
Arla was the kind of friend one didn't have calls with while on speaker. As you both would end up in jail for the content of your conversations.
"Wasn't that how you described it?"
