Gone Bob

The next morning you wake up feeling much better. Starving, you head downstairs for breakfast.

"Hi honey. Aren't you going to bring your 'friend' down with you?" Your mother asks.

"What? Oh, right! Um, she left last night. I just, uh, I just needed her help with some homework."

"Homework in the summer?" She scoffs, not believing a word you're saying.

"Yeah, uh, summer homework."

"Well, let me tell you that if you treat her so rough during your 'homework sessions', your father is going to give you a good hard spanking."

Shit! Please don't tell dad, you think.

"What! Mom! I didn't touch her! She's a girl!" You start, desperately trying to convince her.

"As opposed to a boy?"

"What? No! That's not what I meant...." You blush in shame and gulp down the rest of your breakfast.

An hour later, when you're done checking your Facebook, you call up Bob, but he doesn't answer. An hour later you call again, and still he doesn't answer. Deciding he must have turned off his phone, you get in your car and drive over, but no one's at home.

Is he mad at me, you think. Is it because of those pictures? Maybe I should have at least let him keep them. I just got so mad that I became really demanding of him. And I don't want to be that controlling girlfriend that doesn't let her man do anything lewd. But on the other hand he was being a real dick, wasn't he? He kinda deserved it? OMG, I just wish I could, like, talk to him about our feelings and shit. Talking makes everything better. Oh no, why won't he pick up!

You spend the rest of the day worrying like that, checking your messaging app every minute. His Facebook page hasn't been updated in a week, and he doesn't have his geolocation shared with you. You feel helpless and rejected, as though you'll never see your friend again.

Then, in the evening you get a phone call:

"Yo dude, what's up?"

"Finally! Where were you? I've been trying to call you all day! You're not mad at me are you? I hope you're not mad at me?"

"Dude, calm down. Why would I be mad at you? I just had some work I needed to do today, is all."

"Oh, good."

"Listen, it's not all good though. My Dad called, said he's coming back in two days. Looks like yesterday was our last game."

"Oh no! Maybe we can play tomorrow?" You ask hopefully.

"Well, I was gonna throw a party. I already told Jack to come over.... I guess I can cancel if you want?"

"No, you're right. We've already played so much, let's relax with a party."

"Cool, so come over in the morning. You can help me prepare."

You sigh as you hang up. What a shitty day. So it looks like your little adventure with Bob is going to end. Just as it was getting good. Am I relieved, given what happened this morning, or do I wish it could have gone on longer? You have to admit, being a girl was kinda fun. I really fooled my mother, didn't I? I wish I could be a girl for life.