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Fuck.
The relentless sound vibrated through the room, pulling me from the depths of my sleep.
"What the—?"
I forced myself up, the throbbing in my head matching the endless notifications buzzing from my phone. **Five in the morning.** Not my birthday. No girlfriend to send me that many texts either—yeah,( I'm gonna die alone.)
Turns out, my friend had dumped his entire For You Page on me, at FIVE A.M. And, of course, it was Monday. I hadn't even touched the assignment due today. Well, at least these thousand reels gave me an excuse to wake up early and get cracking on it.
Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled to the shower. I turned on the cold water—because I'm just that alpha sigma ligma type—and started rinsing off. Glancing down, I made sure my ding dong was still intact. Fifteen minutes later, I was out, teeth brushed, face washed, and finally sitting cross-legged on the floor, ready to tackle that assignment.
Did I mention I'm broke? Like eat cement broke. Rice, if I'm lucky. The only room in my dingy apartment held just me, a leaky faucet, and my ancient android phone.
The bathroom? Open air, bucket-and-tub style. Nearly had the cops called on me the last time I showered there. It was for harassment and public indecency or something.
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Assignment done after a solid two hours. Normally, I'd jump right into my morning exercises—pushups, crunches, maybe a few pull-ups on the makeshift pull-up bar I'd drilled into the wall (just started doing ita few while back). Just a stick wedged in two holes. But since I already showered and time was short, I skipped it today.
Breakfast . Yesterday's soggy ramen, broth completely soaked up by the noodles. Unappetizing, but hey, a man's gotta eat. After choking that down, I tossed my books into my bag, grabbed my bicycle—my only means of transport, a "good" model (let's say acquired by less-than-official means..I stole it)—and headed to school.
Pedaling through the quiet streets, I thought about my life. My parents are alive, paying my rent, but I haven't seen them since… well, since I think I royally messed things up?. I got kicked out for it, and now here I am, scraping by on scholarship money at a high school that reeks of wealth and privilege.
I locked my bike and walked through the pristine halls, earning the usual side glances and avoidance as if I had the "cheese touch." I'm not bad-looking, and I'm tall—six-one, but not tall enough for the basketball team. None of that matters though; I'm more infamous here, thanks to my sister, who absolutely despises me.
It's like she's Kendrick and I'm Drake.
Anyway, moving on…
"Adam!" A familiar voice greeted me. Ricky, my only friend. Sort of popular, but in that weird kid way. Lately, he'd been spouting random phrases—"Skibidi!" or "Why so serious?"—even during class. Guy was getting crazy, but hey, he sometimes loaned me lunch money tho, so he's a decent friend.
Today, he seemed hyper, practically vibrating with barely-contained excitement.
"What's up, bro? You look… jittery," I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Guess what?" he replied, eyes gleaming.
"What?"
"Someone's got a crush on you."
"What?!"
Wasn't like I had hoes all around me. First time anyone's ever had a crush on me since kindergarten.
"I know, right? They must be blind," Ricky teased, his grin widening.
"Ha ha, very funny. Now, who is it?"
He waggled his finger. "Ah-ah. Spoils the surprise. Just head to the park after school."
Suspicious, but the thought was too tempting. I'd do a sweep for prank setups, but part of me wanted to believe it.
"You'll go, right?"
"Yeah, sure."
"You won't regret it, trust me," he insisted, practically bouncing. My suspicion spiked, but… a girl? I hadn't exactly been spoiled for attention. My heartbeat picked up, anticipation building, though I wasn't dropping my guard completely.
Classes dragged on, nothing special, though Ricky kept winking at me all day. By the final bell, my curiosity and nerves had me on edge. After freshening up, I put on my best (only) set of decent clothes. I mounted my bike, chewing gum and all, and pedaled toward the park.
When I arrived, I scanned for anyone suspicious—no camera-wielding teenagers, no sketchy characters lurking around. Just one girl, standing alone.
She looked around my age, maybe a little younger, with pink hair, around five-five or five-six, and she had THIGHS. Not gonna lie, I had to make a conscious effort to not salivate. But it's the personality that counts, right ?
Taking a deep breath, I walked over, my heart pounding like crazy.
I tapped her shoulder. She turned around, and my brain froze. I was done for.
"A-are… you her?"
ITSS OVERR!!
Her brow quirked up, a small, awkward smile tugging at her lips.
"Um… are you Adam?"
"Yeah, that's me," I replied, trying to be nonchalant. "So, why'd you call me?"
She hesitated, her cheeks a soft shade of pink. "I… just wanted to tell you about my feelings. ....I-I think I might have a crush on you?"
She ended it with a questioning tone but her face was flushed. She was tiptoeing for my answer. She also had a small smile on her face that just made my heart scream out-
" I love you"
Wait shit!, I actually said it out loud. (It's like those cliché scene from a romance anime.)
IT'S OVER WAHH NOW SHE'LL THINK I'M A CREEP!!.
"H-huh?"
She blushed and gasped a little.
Wait a minute did I cook?? Did my air ball get turned into a dunk? Did I just pull off a brilliant here?
Chat clip that.
"Uh I mean I would love to go on a date with you. First let's get to know each other, am I right?"
Personality Adam, personality. Gotta remember that.
"Sure. Hehe. Are you free this weekend?"
What was that cute ass laugh.. My heart can't handle it. I might have a heart attack if something even remotely shocking happens.
"Im free this weekend. I'm actually free this entire month." (Entire year)
"Heheh really?"
"Yea-
Then we talked and talked for a long ass time and She knew about everything I loved. She knew about cars, the ufc and she even played roblox. It was like we were meant to be. It was like she was custom made for me!! Or that she was stalking me but I would LOVE to get stalked by her. Infact I would be the one doing the stalking.
(Its just a joke guys. It can't be legally used against me.)
It was over. I was in love. Sunken and chained there. I didn't want to escape.
"I'm happy that you accepted my feelings, you know this is the first time I ever got accepted."
"What? Did they have eyes?. I mean why would they reject someone like you??"
"Hehehe, cause they said they like girls. That's why I'm so happy that you accepted me."
"Huh what do you mean by that?"
" Oh I forgot to tell you, that... I'm not really a girl. I'm uhh a trans or a.....femboy if you know, hehehe."
"What?.."
What did that mean? Does that mean that shes is a HE? THIS MEANS THAT SHE HAS A DICKK. ABORT ABORT!!
An inky haze crept into my vision, his face stretching and distorting into something inhuman. A wave of dizziness overwhelmed me, like an invisible weight dragging me under. Before I could even process what was happening, everything went black.
When when I opened my eyes I got greeted by two words.
GAME OVER
I died.