My Virtual Boyfriend

Finally, school is almost done and I will then be able to open my computer and write more stories for my beloved readers. I have been doing this for almost two years now and I think that I am really happy that my readers are loving the content of every story that I finish. My readers are my strength in facing everyday reality that's why I bring them to a daily fantasy that they need. I love to read their comments and suggestions every time I create a new story. I know that it is a bit hard to believe that I am single because I have been writing love stories since I started writing. The truth is that I sometimes imagine myself in the shoes of the girl characters that I write about. They would always have a happy ending and they would always see the positive outcome in life even though they went through a lot of hardships in the past. "I think I need to read more comments of.." I was thinking. "Clay" I looked at the front-facing board when I heard my name. I was deeply thinking about the next chapter of my story. And the person that called me just now was my best friend Cameron. "Yup, Cammie?"  " It's time to go home," he said. "Okay, be there in a minute," I said. Let me just have a quick introduction of myself first. My name is Claire and my best friend is Cameron. He calls me "Clay" (because I look boyish), I call him "Cammie" (because it's cute, it does not mean that he's into guys). "Clay, when will you wear a dress? I haven't seen you wearing a dress since we graduated junior high" he asked a bit concern. "I don't know" that was my quick response to his question. Why? Well, because I don't like the feeling that it would not look good on me. What if someone would just come up to me and ask me, "why bother wearing this when you still look like a guy?". I know what I said earlier about happy endings and all that, but Cammie does not know any of that at all. He doesn't even know that I write stories, it is just like the other part of me I guess. "Sorry for asking that question again," he said. I know that he thinks I get offended if he asks me that question, but I don't because that had been a long dream that I can't share with anyone and not even to my mom. "It's okay, just know that if you ask that again," I said, "the answer is still going to be the same," We were walking out of school and all that I could think of is to get my hands to my computer and be the other me again.  And you will get to know me now. In my virtual world. In my virtual world, I can be a princess wearing a long gown and dancing with my prince. I can be the dream girl of every boy in the neighborhood. I can have the prettiest smile. I can wear a dress anytime I would like. I can dance and sing with animals or anyone that I like. And that is my daily routine. Getting the other me better and wanted. I will always be appreciated and liked. The other me is always better than me. There is nothing wrong with dreaming and I don't think I can be better than anything else than writing. I believe that my writing is doing okay. I just arrived at home after Cammie went with me to the library today after school. He never even suspected anything wrong with me when I asked him to go to the library with me.  Since I started writing stories online, I also started inviting Cammie to go with me to the library. Well, he did ask me once when it was our first week to daily go to the library. " It's been a week that we go here every single day, why are we even doing this? We have our own books to read after school" he asked a bit confused, " I just want to get higher grades, that's all" I answered him simply. I think he believes me because we then always came to the library even though he gets bored sometimes. "How was school Clay?" asked my mom. " It was fine mom, I just have a few homework that I need to finish" I answered. " Okay, dear" she answered. " By the way mom, where is Jake?" Jake is my younger sister, her name is Jackielyn. She was the one who wanted to be called Jake.  She is such a good listener to me and we are always there for each other, except these past 2 months. I miss her so much. "Jake's not home" "Where is she then?" "She's at her boyfriend's house" "Why? She's always there. And by always, everyday" "I know, let her be. She's a smart young woman, and I know she will not do any mistakes at her age. Don't you trust your sister?" "I do" sounding like I doubt my trust for her, "but Jake is not the problem here, what I am saying is that.." "Then if you trust her, nothing will go wrong" I kept silent and went up to my room instead and turned on my computer. No one listens to me, not even my mom. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. I love my mom so much that I always add her to my stories. I add her as a loving and caring mom. She really is a loving and caring mom, but I put her on my stories as an overprotective type because she never acted that way in reality. She trusted my sister so much because my mom knows Cammie and she thinks it is like a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship that we have. But she never listened when I told her that I am still single. That's why I can't change her mind in trusting Jake. (I never had a boyfriend, since birth) As I was waiting for my computer to turn on, I opened my bag and emptied the inside. The books that I borrowed were now on my bed and I was smiling while looking at each book. My computer was now ready and I went directly to my stories, I always see a heart emoji and cute comments from my reader's. I always felt loved and I think I am making a lot of people happy because of it. As I continue to read on each comment of my readers, there was this one person that really got my attention. His profile on his comment looked like an angel but with black wings. Then he commented, " The story typically tells everyone to step on cotton candy with her dream guy." I know that my stories were a bit childish but his comment really went to my nerves. This was my only happiness then he made me look like it should not get any attention at all. "If you are not going to say anything nice, then don't say anything at all," I replied to his comment. Then I went back to continue with the next chapter of my story. But while I continue to write the next chapter, there was a notification that I received. Again, from this guy. "This is a place where I can freely say any comment that I want. Please don't write if you can't accept negativity" I had to sit there in silence, I was totally speechless with what he said. He was totally rude that I had to go to his profile and check it out.  I just want to share, my profile looks like a child was playing with unicorns. It is very colorful and it shows a lot of love. There were photos of dogs and cats, then there were like cotton candy clouds. And at the very top of my profile, it says, " In a world where you feel unloved, there is a fountain of love awaiting you." Back to his profile. All I can see is black. And I mean everything is black. The background is black, the emotion on his quote is black. (not the color but the emotion). It says there, " You don't need to know everything. That is why there is the word nothing." It feels like he did not even think about it, it was nothing. It did not have any emotion with it. I know that I have been hiding the real me for a while now. But is this person hiding his complete personality? I went back to my profile and went back to the comment section. I know that it is a bit out of nowhere but I asked, " why so black?" I don't know but he was full of mystery and it felt like I wanted to know why he was like this. I wanted to know why is he like this. I am too curious that I already forgot to continue the next chapter of my story and found myself on his profile and trying to check on the stories that he published.