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hello to all, this is my first story on here. It is not really erotic, but deals with mature themes so if you're not old enough or might find this offensive, don't continue. Otherwise please enjoy and let me know what you think.
(This will be all in one installment, over a number of posts)
David had to walk home in the cold. Usually he never minded the three block walk back to his apartment. But today his extra clothes were filling up his otherwise light bookbag. After realizing it had started to snow, he began to run to the towering building. He hated the snow.
David went into the main lobby, sneaking past the front desk, and taking the stairs up to the fifth floor. It was a long walk, but he was getting used to the new place. It didn’t really matter; he had no say in the move.
As he fumbled with his house keys, the dog started barking. Once he was inside, David put down his bulging bookbag, grabbed the retractable leash, and took the dog around to the back. He climbed out onto the fire escape and the small dog was able to follow him easily. He figured that by going down the fire escape, he could avoid the surly old landlord. The old Russian man always resented the innocent little beagle, convinced the animal would “track mud on nice clean floors”
The little beagle was content enough to let David carry him down the fire escape to the alley behind the building. The dingy alley didn’t smell as bad as yesterday, David thought. He remembered the garbage truck waking him up at 7:30 when it was backing up to pick up the crusty old dumpster. He tried not to remember the rest of that morning’s frantic rush to school thanks to a broken alarm clock.
He began to let the dog lead him around the moderately nice suburban area. It had taken him a while, but the dog had finally gotten used to the new neighborhood after a few awkward months.
While walking, David absent-mindedly pulled his new cell phone out of the pouch of his favorite sweatshirt. He looked through his contacts, seeing who he wanted to call, even though he knew all along he only wanted to talk to Adam. And by talk, he meant text. Adam and him almost never spoke in person anymore, because of the stupid influx of technology.
Flipping open the phone, David realized how much he really liked the new full keypad he had gotten. It really did make texting in English much easier and didn’t leave him aggravated over constant “text slang”. In truth, the phone wasn’t really his decision; he wanted it only because everyone else in school had one.
Suddenly, he remembered that he should text his mom and let her know he was out walking the dog. Although bed-ridden, his mom could still use her cell-phone and was one of her few connections to the real world at this point.
After he texted his mom, David started texting anxiously with his best friend, Adam.
{6:31} [917-0550] Hey Adam what’s up?
{6:35} [922-7149] hi nm u?
{6:36} [917-0550] I feel like total shit man
{6:39} [922-7149] huh Y?
{6:40} [917-0550] I totally fucked up today, in like every way
{6:44} [922-7149] im sorrie wat happened?
{6:44} [917-0550] Tell u later, okay?
{6:46} [922-7149] K dude
(This will be all in one installment, over a number of posts)
David had to walk home in the cold. Usually he never minded the three block walk back to his apartment. But today his extra clothes were filling up his otherwise light bookbag. After realizing it had started to snow, he began to run to the towering building. He hated the snow.
David went into the main lobby, sneaking past the front desk, and taking the stairs up to the fifth floor. It was a long walk, but he was getting used to the new place. It didn’t really matter; he had no say in the move.
As he fumbled with his house keys, the dog started barking. Once he was inside, David put down his bulging bookbag, grabbed the retractable leash, and took the dog around to the back. He climbed out onto the fire escape and the small dog was able to follow him easily. He figured that by going down the fire escape, he could avoid the surly old landlord. The old Russian man always resented the innocent little beagle, convinced the animal would “track mud on nice clean floors”
The little beagle was content enough to let David carry him down the fire escape to the alley behind the building. The dingy alley didn’t smell as bad as yesterday, David thought. He remembered the garbage truck waking him up at 7:30 when it was backing up to pick up the crusty old dumpster. He tried not to remember the rest of that morning’s frantic rush to school thanks to a broken alarm clock.
He began to let the dog lead him around the moderately nice suburban area. It had taken him a while, but the dog had finally gotten used to the new neighborhood after a few awkward months.
While walking, David absent-mindedly pulled his new cell phone out of the pouch of his favorite sweatshirt. He looked through his contacts, seeing who he wanted to call, even though he knew all along he only wanted to talk to Adam. And by talk, he meant text. Adam and him almost never spoke in person anymore, because of the stupid influx of technology.
Flipping open the phone, David realized how much he really liked the new full keypad he had gotten. It really did make texting in English much easier and didn’t leave him aggravated over constant “text slang”. In truth, the phone wasn’t really his decision; he wanted it only because everyone else in school had one.
Suddenly, he remembered that he should text his mom and let her know he was out walking the dog. Although bed-ridden, his mom could still use her cell-phone and was one of her few connections to the real world at this point.
After he texted his mom, David started texting anxiously with his best friend, Adam.
{6:31} [917-0550] Hey Adam what’s up?
{6:35} [922-7149] hi nm u?
{6:36} [917-0550] I feel like total shit man
{6:39} [922-7149] huh Y?
{6:40} [917-0550] I totally fucked up today, in like every way
{6:44} [922-7149] im sorrie wat happened?
{6:44} [917-0550] Tell u later, okay?
{6:46} [922-7149] K dude
