Distant Love

Chapter 1: The beginning.

"I hate being home by myself" I think as I step into the kitchen, flipping the light on I take a few steps and turn adjust to my right, half opening the fridge I skim the contents, a few Pepsi's and some yogurt, followed by some milk and orange juice on the second shelf. Leaning down I open the bottom drawer, to find what it seemed like week old discarded apples. "Eh" is all that escaped my mouth as I close the fridge in frustration. "Why is there never anything to eat in this forsaken house?!" I yell as I walk back into the living room, quickly turned back around I flick the light I so carelessly forgot to turn off, turning back around I walk passed the small wood and glass coffee table that stood in the center of the living room. Tapping the small button on the fan, I feel the cool blast of air against my skin while I make my way to the chair. Sitting in the oversized chair which was covered by a floral sheet as to not get it dirty since we had dogs. The seat was too big since my grandfather was a tall wide man, always towering over me. I always had to tuck my feet under me so I could get comfortable.
Turning to my side I pickpocket my pocket for my phone. "There must be something to do on this damn thing." I whisper as I tap on the bright screen. My eyes flicked over my apps. "Pandora, no. Grindr, too many hormones. Facebook, eh just drama."
Giving up I decide to find something new, clicking the app store. I scroll through the endless of nonsense apps, finally I found a nice little app with a picture of a cartoon cat on it, opening the app details I read that it's a chat based app that allows you to meet and talk to people from all over.
I decide to download it as my fingers wondrously clicks the accept button allowing it to start. Several minutes go by as I watch the bar of completion go by on the screen.
Making my account I quickly talk to random strangers, trying to find someone sensible to talk too. "Ugh, nothing, no one seems to want to have a nice conversation these days." I whisper to myself, as my head shakes back and forth. Slightly looking up I notice I was liked by someone, picking up my phone I stare at the screen. I squint slightly as to try and make out the small picture in the corner. "Hm, should I?" I ask myself as I playfully flick my feet up and down. "Heck, why not?" Tapping the screen I open there profile and read there bio. "Seems very interesting," I state out loud "he seems to like a lot of the same stuff as I do, seems like he's really different than most people. I definitely like what I am reading." Tapping the screen a couple times more I type "hey you seem interesting, I'd like to get to know you more. Message me back if you would like." Clicking the phone off I stand and stretch, my oversized blue t-shirt sticks to my skin slightly, "gah!" I yawn loudly. "I am sure tired. Probably should go to bed."