Him: Hey
Her: Sup?
Him: What are you doing?
Her: Nothing much. You?
Him: I just read your writing.
Her: Oh, really? Which one?
Him: Word Vomit and something that seems French to my eyes. I don't know. I don't remember the title, but I enjoy reading it so much. Especially, the fan fiction ones.
Her: Is it a sarcasm or...
Him: No, I'm serious.
Her: Well, you surely have a way with words. :P
Him: Who is it?
Her: What do you mean?
Him: Who is the person you've always been writing for?
Him: Are you seeing someone? I'm just wondering. Because, they all feel very real to me.
Her: LOL, you did not just say that.
Her: It's called fiction for some reason, buddy. It's not real at all. You don't need to be in love to write something about love.
Him: Oh my... this is embarrassing. Sorry if it bothers you.
Her: Hahaha. You're like the seventieth person who ask me about that.
Him: Do I get a cookie, then?
Her: Sorry. Can't bake. :P
*a few minutes later*
Him: But, I wish I could have someone like that.
Her: Like what?
Him: Someone who writes for me.
Her: LMAO. They probably won't write for someone who already has a girlfriend. It's pointless.
Him: Hahaha. I'm kidding.
I'm kidding, too.
Because I've always been writing about you, the possibility of us, and only for you.
