"Hey, are you ok?"

I stared at my screen impatiently waiting for Francis to type back. Usually he would respond immediatley

Typing...

Ah, there he is. I start biting my thumb nail and wrap my blanket tighter around my body trying to muffle the sound of insects outside my window.

"ya ive just been busy all day talk to you later. bye."

Disspointment fills my body as I realize another day goes by without talking to Francis. I throw down my phone and stand up. The blanket glides to the floor in my ascend. The blood goes rushing to my head and my vision goes black for a moment. I stumble a little pitching myself to the wall. Once I gain my equalibrium back I slowly head to my bathroom.

The brightness of the light blinds me and my eyes slowly adjust. Blinking I look up at the clock and it's 3:23am. I shrug my shoulders and stare into the mirror hanging on the wall.

My dark blond hair is tangled and greasy from laying in bed all day and not taking a shower. My bright blue pajama bottoms are stained from the past two days of me not changing. I finally look at my eyes. Dark, black circles are underneath them from little sleep and my emerald green eyes just look done with life.

Francis... His name crosses my mind. Inshake my head, forcing him to exit my mind. No such thing happens.

Hoping to preoccupy myself, I leave the bathroom and head to the kitchen. On my way down, I see my mom passed out on the couch surrounded by beer bottles. I grab the hand-sewn blanket my grandma made me and laid it on her. I smile pityingly at her wishing that she could get back on her feet.

My mom was once a very beautiful woman. She had chocolate brown hair and bright green orbs. But, ever since my dad left her she's let everything go and the light in her eyes are gone. Now, she just drowns her sorrows in alcohol.

i walk away not wanting to think about my dad. The cheating asshole left us in this shitty apartment. While he gets to to go on cruises with his girlfriend.

Anyway, I go to the kitchen and open up the fridge. As always, no food. I walka way and head back up to my bedroom. I glance at my phone and see the light blinking. I run over and grab it, hoping it is Francis. Gaining hope,I see that it is just my friend, Matthew.

"Do you want to come over tmorrow afternoon and work on our English project?"

Shit. I forgot that's due on Monday. I start typing that I would meet him at his house. I toss my phone to the side and face-plant into my pillow.

Great, another shitty thing I have to do so I can graduate high school. I've had three weeks to work on it and now time has caught up with me. I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I'm lost in thought for awhile when I hear my phone buzz. I groggily pick it up to see Francis' name across my screen. I sit up opening his message.

"im sorry arthur, i promise ill make it up to u."

I type back angrily, "How, will you do that Francis?"

"easy, im coming down to pennsylvania to visit u."

My mouth opens in surprise. I might finally get to meet my best friend in real life. He's coming to meet me.

"Why are you coming to Pennsylvania when you live in New York?"

No response. Maybe he was just joking with me.

"well,arthur, ive finally saved enough money and ill be coming down in a few weeks"

My heart stops beating for a second, I can't believe he would do something like this, just for me. I type back a shaky ok and put my phone down. I've known Francis for three years. I met him online and we insantly connected. Just like me at the time, his parents were going through some trouble. We talked about our problems to each other and we felt comfortable. Even if we only saw each other through a screen.

My phone goes off again.

"See you soon Arthur, I can't wait to see you!"

I turn my phone off and roll over thinking about what we could do when he visits.

"Holy shit, it's actually happening."