May 2, 2017



Ian stares at Casey as she checks her phone for what seems like the millionth time in the last five minutes alone. “Are you done yet?” he asks, irritability seeping into his tone. They came here to study, as the books piled around them clearly tell, but Casey can do nothing but stare at her phone and ignore her friend. Ian takes a drink of his coffee, tasting more bitterness and anger than actual coffee. 

Casey glances between her friend and her phone, hesitating a moment longer than she should have. Ian sits back in his chair, distraught. “I didn’t mean it like that, Ian!” she protests, but at that very moment, her phone buzzes and her attention zips to it, contradicting her previous statement. Seeing the name JARED PFAFF šŸ˜ŽšŸ˜ appear on her screen, she cannot contain her excitement, her chair clattering to the ground as she stands. Her fingers fly over the buttons on her screen, letters filling the box. 

When Casey looks back up to her friend, Ian has disappeared, the stacks of books and empty cups and plates littering the table as before. Casey feels her heart drop to the pit of her stomach, a sickly feeling arising. “I didn’t mean it like that, Ian,” she says, despite the addressee’s absence. Packing up her books and Ian’s too, she heads out. 

Meg, I think I screwed up. 

Her phone buzzes and the name BEST SISTER IN THE WORLD šŸ˜˜šŸ’• appears on her screen. 

What happened, Case?

Releasing a breath of relief as she reads the words, Casey knows her sister’s concern from those three words. 

Ian left in the middle of our study date. 

She pauses before sending the next text: 

I think I deserved it, though. 

Her sister’s exasperation shows in her response. 

What did you do this time? 

Casey winces. She hears the words ringing in her head in her sister’s voice, tone and cadence clearer than their obvious relation. 

I couldn’t stop looking at my phone. Which in my defense doesn’t bother most people anymore. 

Meg’s reply wounds Casey to the core, the words hitting her harder than she knew words on a screen could. 

Ian is obviously different, Case. He’s one of those special few who want a genuine connection with people, and especially with you. Have fun gaining his trust back. 

Casey slips her phone into her pocket and trudges back to her dorm room, losing the emotional battle warring inside her. Ian is one of her only friends–other than her roommate and her sister–and to think that she may have screwed that up sends Casey into a minor panic. When she arrives back at her dorm, she drops her bag to the floor with a heavy bang and curls up in bed, nestled under her covers, and sobs. 


Prompt: Write a story about characters in a work in progress. Revisiting Elegance and Idiocy here again! 


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