Boor looked at his contact info as Boon was typing
|(237) 660-9063|
<[ …]
"Hm" He hummed and clicked on it, editing the name.
For a moment Boor stared cluelessly at [ name ] and [ surname (optional) ]
'What was his name again? Ah screw it'
| Puppet |
<[ Ah ]
<[ Sorry for assuming, im glad you texted back. Where are you exactly? ]
[ Hey ]>
<[ ? ]
[ ur name ]>
<[ Huh? ]
<[ Oh ]
<[ My name is Boon ]
He snorted and mumbled to himself "Boon? what a stupid name"
Principal: "Sounds like yours"
Boor, immediately barking back: "What's it got to do with you?!"
'Boon does kind of sound like Boor'
'Boon Boor, Boor Boon… was it a typo?'
| Puppet |
[ Boor? ]>
<[ No. Boon ]
[ Alr ]>
<[ Why? ]
<[ Never mind. that was a stupid question ]
———-
| Boon |
reply to:
[ Sorry for assuming, im glad you texted back. Where are you exactly? ]
[ Detention ]>
edited
<[ oh no :d ]
———-
Boor instinctively clicked on the blue 'edited' button.
———-
| Boon |
[ oh ]
edited
<[ oh no :d ]
[ Dont even pretend like you care ]>
<[ Well… i kinda don't know you ]
<[ Ill try to empathize more though :) ]
[ the smiley gave me creeps ]>
<[🙂]
[ THAT'S NOT BETTER]>
<[ sorry… ]
Boor stared at his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen. He didn't know what to text next.
The silence in the detention room was suffocating, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of restlessness. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The seconds ticked by, each one feeling longer than the last. Finally, he decided to put his phone away and simply sit in silence, hoping for the minutes to pass more quickly.
Boor sat with a sullen expression on his face. His eyes darted to his phone on the desk again,the screen displaying the latest message from Boon. He sighed, his thoughts swimming in a sea of confusion and frustration. Boon's kind and gentle nature was a welcome change, yet it only served distraction to the absence of his online friend's texts. Detention felt endless, the hours dragging by like an eternity. He picked up his phone again, staring at the screen as if willing his online friend to reply. The silence was deafening, the absence of connection weighing heavily on his heart. Why was he being ignored? Was he not worthy of a reply? These questions swirled in his mind, fueling his sense of lovelorn despair. He placed the phone down again, feeling lost and isolated in the sterile surroundings of the detention room.
As Boor leaned back in his chair, his mind drifted to thoughts of Jibbblecat. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he remembered the connection they shared through their conversations and the special bond they had formed despite the distance between them. He felt a warm, fluttering feeling in his chest as he thought about their shared moments and the connection that felt almost as tangible as a physical presence. Despite the lack of recent communication, he knew that his love for this person remained deep and unwavering.
Boor couldn't help but feel lonely as he remembered the games he and Jibbblecat played together and the conversations they had with each other. He sighed and laid his head on the desk.
About two hours later.
Now it was Boon's turn to tell the story.
He had already watered his plants and didn't have to do anything else.
He had eaten.
He had talked to his mother a bit.
He was useful.
"What do I do now?"
he asked himself and perhaps also his father, who sat next to him on the sofa and played offline mobile games.
Faris: "How is the boy?"
Boon: "Which one?- Ah. You already know about it?"
Faris: "Yes, your mother told me"
Boon thought for a while about what impression he should make of Boor.
'He's not bad'
he thought to himself, especially since he had chuckled a little when he wrote to him earlier. Still, it was a bit hard to guess exactly what to think about him.
Boon simply said "he's quite okay"
Faris smiled and replied, "That's good, you know? That you talk to guys your age"
Boon: "… Yes, of course"
Faris "to your previous question, you could just go outside"
Boon: "I think so too, but-"
Abia went into the living room and greeted the two of them, "What are you talking about?"
Faris: "Boon wanted to go out"
'But I didn't even say that. I couldn't finish speaking'
Abia: "What?! It's going to start raining soon!"
Boon: "I don't think it's so bad"
Abia: "You could get sick!"
Faris: "Come on, it's certainly coming from me"
Abia snarled on Faris and he defended himself with his hands in the air.
Boon, who didn't want to start any problems, said "I'll just go out for a moment, it won't take long" but the second he took a step into the outside world, it started to rain heavily. Abia let go and gave him an umbrella"If it gets too much, come home."
She hugged him, "Mama is worried, have fun for me baby"
Boon had always liked the smell and sound of rain, and tonight was no exception. He was out for a walk, enjoying the sound of the rain pattering on the streets, and the way the air smelled fresh and clean. As he walked along, he noticed a person walking on the other side of the road, a familiar figure with a frustrated and annoyed expression on their face. He squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look, and after a moment he realized it was Boor. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should say hi and offer him his umbrella.
He was about to go over and say hello, when he stopped himself. He wasn't sure if Boor would welcome his company, given his grumpy expression. But at the same time, he didn't want to leave him walking alone in the rain. He stood there for a moment, contemplating what to do next.()
Boon took a deep breath and decided to go over and say hi to Boor. He crossed the road and walked up to him, holding out his umbrella.
„Hey," he said, a bit nervously. „Boor?"
Boor looked at him blankly for a moment, not recognizing him. "Who are you?" he asked,his tone cold.
Boon: Really? You don't know who I am?"
he cleared his throat
"I'm the boy.. You know? few days ago-
Boor: "Ah Puppet"
Boon, stunned: "… Sorry?"
Boor: "Boon. Boon. Just forget it," he corrected himself before continuing again, "Look, I really don't feel like it right now."
Boon didn't understand exactly
'Did I say something wrong?'
He asked, "Feel like what?"
Boor: "Talking to you- especially you. i mean- just forget it, I'm not in the mood for whatever"
They looked at each other for a moment.
Boor stood with a hunched back and looked up at Boon with a small frown, soaked from head to toe with rain.
Boon couldn't hold back a frown from himself either, he let out an unnoticed breath almost as if he was pouting.
Boon: "I see, don't worry"
…
Boon: "Do you want my umbrella at least?"
Boor sneered "as if it would change something"
That was true, he was already soaking wet.
Boor just walked past him, leaving him dazed.
He looked up to his umbrella with a deep sigh. Suddenly he didn't feel like taking a walk anymore.
'Shouldn't let it get to my heart'
Boon reminded himself.
He probably had his reasons, right?