Hey Sophia bear.
I know you have work, but we're going to hang out after.
I have a class at five, but once that's done I'm all yours.
I smiled as I read the text; I swear to God that I read it more than twenty times over. Even in a depressing, infuriating world there was one person who could make me smile, especially when I didn't want to. That was Marcus. He was your stereotypical boy-next-door kind of guy, particularly to me. He lived just down the road from me since before I could remember being without him, and as little kids we were stuck together like a kid's tongue to a cold pole in the winter time: it was painful, and quite uncomfo