good morning, sunshine

the seventh text

lacey -the airhead.

anon.

and you, genevieve...

and what am i?

you actually have a heart. and brains, for that matter.

you're awfully blunt.

i speak the truth.

they're my friends!

one: a person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.

two: a person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.

three: one who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement

so are they really your friends?

...

and did you actually google the definition of a 'friend'?

can you trust me?

for some odd reason, as stupid as it might sound; she felt that she could trust this anonymous boy. and she didn't even know his name. yes, he insulted her friends, but his truthfulness was raw and real.

my brother got suspended...again.

ryder?

bingo, captain obvious!

ha, very funny, lieutenant sarcasm.

he got into a fight. that idiot.

oh?

someone insulted me, and, well, ryder to the rescue.

you sound annoyed?

very.

at least you have a brother.

trust me, having a sibling is...ugh.

yeah, maybe, whatever.

are you an only child?

yeah.

12:15 pm

hey anon?

yeah?

how did you know i was upset?

well...your responses to my texts were pretty clipped...

and you uh-

you weren't wearing your usual smile.

you actually noticed that?

yeah ;)

she blushed, a light pink.

oh.

hey, you're smiling!

she looked around. she figured that if he could see her smile, he must be around. it was lunch, and there were swarms of students everywhere. she looked for a boy holding a phone. it was virtually impossible, to narrow down the options. everyone carried a phone. nobody made eye contact with her -everyone too busy with their own conversations and business.

i guess i am haha

how do you manage to make me smile? i don't even know your name, let alone who you are.

oh genevieve. naive, naive, genevieve.

naive?

i have magic.

my devilishly handsome good looks, my charming words, that's all a part of being a WIZARD.

you're such a dork, anon.

she rolled her eyes, a ghost of a smile upon her lips. 'no, it wasn't magic, anon. it was you,' she whispered to herself.