Simon (A Short Social Media Story) TOS 2.1

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EMAIL: [email protected]
PASSWORD: chloeluvssimon

42 new notifications, all from you. My, haven’t you been a busy one today, Simon? Mostly they’re likes; of pictures, posts and statuses, but there are a few comments in there too. Each one I cherish, as they are all a testament to your love for me, immortalised in digital writing for all the world to see.

“looking gd in this one,” you’ve commented on a photo of me from school.

“sxy lol” you’ve commented on another photo, this time taken on a family trip to the local zoo. This comment is closely followed by a second, which reads: “so gld ur mine xx”

I’m so glad you’re mine too, Simon.

There’s something waiting in my inbox, the little speech bubbles are highlighted. There’s one message from you, of course, but there’s a message from someone else too. It’s from your psycho ex Becky – no doubt another tirade of abuse. She seems to send me one daily. Why can’t she just be happy for us? Why can’t she just leave us alone?

Catching a glimpse of her message’s aggressive subject matter, I open yours as a distraction.

“Hi Babe,” you begin, as you always do. “Just wanted to tell you how lucky I am to have you in my life. Love you lots, Simon xxx”.

Love you lots too, Simon.

“Thanks Babe, glad to be appreciated lol. U still up for our hot date tomorrow? xxx”, I reply.

We’re going to the cinema to see that new alien film. I’m not too keen on anything sci-fi, but you are, and I’ll do anything for you, Simon. I’m the perfect girlfriend.

Bracing myself, I finally open Becky’s message. It’s only short, which makes a pleasant change from the usual barrage of expletives.

“PLEASE STOP.” She shouts in capitals. “You’re breaking my heart even more.”

Stop what? Loving Simon? How can I? Surely she, of all people, must know how great a boyfriend he is. Kind, loving and handsome; he’s the whole package.

“Why can’t you just be happy for us?” I reply. “You had your chance and you blew it. It’s my turn now.”

I’ve sent a similar response to pretty much every verbal onslaught sent my way, perhaps this time it’ll sink in. Perhaps, but I doubt it. Jealousy is a powerful thing.

At first Simon wasn’t that into me. He was still with Becky then, though. She’s the jealous type, wouldn’t let him talk to any other girls. She made him block me and deleted all of my comments. That bitch just couldn’t handle a little competition. He’s mine now though, funny how these things work out. I have him all to myself and all she can do is send me horrible messages. She won’t break us up though, our love is too strong for that.

I go on Simon’s page and open up his latest profile picture. It’s one of him and me. I look terrible, but he’s handsome as always. There are mean comments below it from some of Becky’s friends but I try to shut them out. They’re jealous of what we have. They just wish they were as in love as we are. I stare into your eyes – they glow so bright on my neon screen – and wait for you to reply. And wait. And wait.

Logout.

EMAIL: [email protected]
PASSWORD: iluvchloe

23 new notifications, mostly wall posts. 2 new messages. Open messages. First, from the doting girlfriend:
“Thanks Babe, glad to be appreciated lol. U still up for our hot date tomorrow? xxx”.

How do I let me down gently?

“Sorry Babe, I’m going to have to cancel cinema tomorrow. I’m not feeling too well. I’ll make it up to you some other way though ;) xxx”.

That should do it. Send. The second message is from that psycho bitch, Becky.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” she shouts in capitals again.

“Go and fuck yourself Becky! I’m happy with Chloe, I want you to leave us alone!” I shout in his voice. He loves me, I’m sure he doesn’t mind me speaking for him like this.

I click on my page and on the new profile picture I uploaded earlier.

“Lookin good babe x”, I comment. I do look good; I know Simon would agree. I know him better than that bitch Becky.

A new message arrives. It’s Becky – of course it’s fucking can’t-take-a-hint Becky.

“FUCKING STOP THIS NOW CHLOE. I’LL CALL THE FUCKING POLICE IF YOU DON’T.”

Simon springs to my assistance.

“Call the police. I’ll tell them she’s done nothing wrong. I’ll tell them I love her and you’re just the jealous bitch ex.”

He would. Simon would defend me to the police. He’d clear this whole damned thing up. He’d tell them that he loves me and they’d lock Becky away for good.

“GET HELP!! Do whatever else the fuck you want, just stop using his page like this!” she replies.

But I can’t. Simon would never stop loving me. She has to know that.

Logout.

Enjoy that? Check out the previous episodes below:

1.1 Alien
1.2 The Businessman At The End Of My Bed
1.3 Intermission
1.4 The Miner's Door

Written by Matt Butcher

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