Wingman ⌠Cell Phone Novel⌡

circumstance

It was always this way.

Takeshi would invite me on a double date.

Always with different girls—some didn't even go to our school.

Sometimes, they glared at me.

"I hope he doesn't misunderstand," they said, under their breaths.

"Who'd wanna go on a date with him?"

Sometimes, the girl was nice and easygoing.

I'd think, maybe.

We would talk for hours about nothing.

Then, the magic was gone.

We never spoke to each other again.

I couldn't even remember what we'd talked about.

There was nothing to remember,

because while we may have been

sitting next to each other,

our hearts couldn't have been further apart.

Sometimes, they would be impatient for contact,

smirking as their fingers traced my spine.

Lips locking before I could protest,

straddling me like an object.

They were substituting me for him.

They're using you.

But aren't you the same?

All these girls,

these dates,

these conversations.

All meaningless.

You're only trying to forget that you're...

alone.

But...

rain girl.