2037 pt. 4
--what a seriously monster prick bela is, i'm sorry elise, i mean that you had to see that. he just really ticks me off sometimes, it doesn't have anything to do with you, i told him over and over not to text you, and it's just like--
--well, i guess you didn't want me here then?
--no, no, shit, that came out wrong. it wasn't anything about you, or like you and me and bela, or even fatima, you know? it was just, like, let me put it like this, it was about the fact that you were over there at tomtom and you put yourself in that fucking feed--and by the way, i really can't fucking stand bela, he's got to record everything, why would somebody ever do that, it's just so ridiculous, and it makes everything, shit, i don't know--and then you were like, just 'available' to be messaged, and he did it.
--what's wrong with that? i was just bored, lazlo, don't you hate being alone with nothing to do, everybody does.
--i don't like it, but that's not the point, it's not the point at all.
--anyway, if you think about it, it's free to record everything if you have a social account, and bela's life is more interesting than the average, we all know this, lazlo, and he makes some good money with the clips.
--no, no, all the money comes from when he's fucking or making out with people, it isn't his life, he fucks attractive women now and then, that's really all it is, elise.
--get out of here! i know a bunch of people that bought a ton of stuff from him! it wasn't all sex!
--oh yeah? what was it then?
--i mean, i don't know, yeah, it had to do with girls, usually, oh wait, no! there was that one fight! remember? when he helped those serbian guys or whatever stomp that dude . . .
--really, elise, come on, it was a fight, that may as well be porn, no, it's better, how many honest fights are there for sale on social? how often do you even see blood?.
--well then just to prove you wrong i'm going to buy your earlier conversation--right now!
--please, please don't do that, elise, and another thing, hey, goddammit, pay attention!
--oh, sorry, i forgot how much you hate that.
--no, no, you just haven't got any idea how ugly you are when you do that.
--do you really think so?
--come on, i'm not singling you out, everybody is ugly when that shit glosses over their eyes, it's like, you know, that faint image of what they're looking at, but you can't really make it out, it hints at something, like aggressively mysteriously, and it's so fucking annoying, god damn, and what's more it's really rude, really really rude, elise, we're in a conversation, you know, and it's like a big fuck you, because something, whatever it is, is clearly far more important than the person you're talking to. it's a loud fuck you.
--you'll never guess what i got then . . .
--what, i don't know? . . .
--i bought one of the new skins, it's a really good one, like they scanned my eye and it projects like a living image of my eye, you know, my actual eye, in the actual moment, haha, sorry i'm not good at explaining it, but it also like, scans you, your eyes that is, and can do eye contact, even like, nervous eye contact--there are a lot of settings and i haven't really figured it out yet. here, check it out . . .
--what, i don't see anything.
--yeah! so it works! haha, i'm watching your conversation right now, i mean, i just started it, like seriously two seconds ago . . . ahh! haha! oh my god, lazlo! you and bela have the biggest crushes on each other! i want you guys to just start making out!
--oh my god, please, please, please turn that off, elise, i'm begging you, really.
--hahaha! the spectacle of the disconnect! i remember the night when you were saying, that, wait--oh, god!
--please stop . . .
--bela! does he really think that? he thinks i love you? he's being serious!
--elise, i'm being serious . . .
--ah! that was supposed to be secret! i mean, you looked good that night, you did something with your hair, i stared, so sue me, it was like i couldn't--ahh! bela's so funny . . .
--jesus god, it's like you really are looking into my eyes . . .
--awwww, you really do like me, don't you, lazlo? so mean to fatima . . . --HEY! what are you doing?
--you need to fucking stop! look at me, look at me--no, with your real eyes, oh god dammit. i think i'm going to fucking lose it . . . i'm really sorry, elise.
--sorry! sorry, hey, see? i turned it off!
--how would i even be able to tell?
--so you like me after all, lazlo!
--what kind of boy grabs a girl like that if he doesn't like her?
--i'm just kidding, i'm just kidding, baby. oh, aww, i didn't mean to terrorize you! look at you! i forgot . . . i mean i didn't know you felt so strongly, or, i don't know, that you were so passionate about that authenticity stuff . . . so you really mean all of that?
--i mean, fuck it, yes, i do mean all of that. because it's just so wrong and broken, sorry, i'm legitimately freaked out, you freaked me out, elise, i can't really find the words. but yes i do mean it and i did mean it when i said it, everything, that is. what are you doing? your eyes are lighting up again, we just--
--i just ordered a round of drinks for us. it was rude, sorry, but i want to hear what you have to say about this . . . sorry, i mean, maybe i didn't take you so seriously before . . .
--no, that's alright, elise. see you later . . .
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