When are they coming?
Two weeks.
I would have loved to grow up in a big family like that.
It has some perks. But don’t think it’s all roses. It can be pure chaos sometimes.
I have my friends that feel like family, and believe me, they can be chaos sometimes too.
Found family can be just as important. Especially in a big city like this.
Do you have any found family here?
My college roommate, Donny, and I stay pretty close. He created this app. That’s the only reason why I’m on here actually.
My eyes widen when I read his text. He knows the guy Joey created the app with. So, does Joey know him too? Maybe he can give me some insight on who he is. I wonder if I should tell him I know Joey, but decide against it. I’d love to be able to find out more about who this guy is before he can do the same to me, just in case he turns out to be a real creep.
Well … maybe you should thank your friend for me for making you join.
Yeah, I was just thinking I should thank him as well …
CHAPTER SIX
Zoe
I wake up with the biggest smile on my face. David and I stayed up way too late last night, chatting, and I don’t even care about the sleep I lost because of it. I never would have thought talking to a stranger would be so easy. There’s an ease that makes me feel free to say what I want, and with the things he shared, I think he’s feeling the same way.
We talked about everything—life, love, relationships, dreams. I have no clue what this guy looks like, but I’m really starting to fall for him.
I message my girls on my way to work telling them that I have some news and I want to meet at the bar tonight. I’m thrilled when they all respond with the same level of excitement as me even though they have no idea what I’m excited about. That’s who true friends are. People who share your happiness, no matter what.
Now, I just need to make it through the day without letting Work David kill the high I’m floating on because of Online David.
I sit at my desk, and Jana is quick to stand and make her way over to me.
“I know you’re dying to tell me what all of this”—she circles her finger around my smiling face—“is about, so spill it,” she says, leaning against my desk with her arms crossed.
I stand and place my hands on her arms while doing a little happy dance. “We spoke until two in the morning last night.”
Her eyes open wide. “Two in the morning? Via text messages?”
I nod with the cheesiest grin covering my face. “Yep.”
“How is that even possible? Do your thumbs hurt?”
I laugh out loud. “Thankfully, the voice-to-text option works on the app, so I started using that after the first hour.”
“The first hour?” She sounds dumbfounded.
“He originally contacted me around eight. So, yeah”—I mentally do the math—“we were texting for six hours.”
“I haven’t talked to someone on the phone that long since high school.”
“Right? That’s what’s so cool about it. In high school, you had to talk on the phone if you couldn’t see each other in person for whatever reason. That’s what this feels like. In any other instance, you’d just be inviting the guy over, and one thing would quickly lead to the next. We can’t do that on the app, so we just talk.”
“Just talk? No phone sex?”
I laugh out loud. “No. No phone sex. We never even went there. We were truly just getting to know each other.”
