D a y S e v e n . c o m

Day six . . .

Today is the 6th day, the day I will lose Boopie, and never have I ever felt so afraid in my entire life. I'm on my bed right now, contemplating whether I should check my phone or not. I breathe in as I flutter my eyes close, the morning breeze caressing my skin ever so softly. It somewhat helped me gather myself that it controlled my hand to grab the device from my bedside table. I take in another breath before turning my phone on. Each second that passed by as I wait for the apple symbol to disappear made me feel anxious. Finally, the lock screen came up. I put my passcode in before I teleported to the main screen where I saw the familiar icon that practically changed my life. A big sigh of relief escapes between my lips as I knew he was still there, the app is still there. Allegedly, it will be removed today and it can still happen at any second. All I can do now, is hope it'll never happen.

I click the Boopie app and begin to type.

I feel the heaviness in my chest gradually disappearing as soon as I saw the response.

I chuckle and shake my head at his silliness.

Rolling my eyes, I can't help but let a smile take over my face.

• • •

Resting my head onto the bed, I sigh. Saturdays can be a bit of a hardwork sometimes. Thanks to my mother dearest of course. Other than that, I'm completely grateful with everything that's been going on this day. The app has not been removed what so ever, and hopefully, it'll stay that way . . .

As soon as I put my phone right in front of my face, my eyelids began to droop. Shit. I still want to talk to Boopie. I quickly enter the Boopie app and type.

Day seven . . .

My eyes flutter open, the bright sun radiating through my window making me squint. I rub my eyes and sit up, attention diverting on the device sitting between my legs. Smiling to myself, I remember the long conversation last night with Boopie. Of course, I ended up talking to him until I passed out.

I grab my phone and start putting my passcode in. I was halfway done until it blacked out. Cursing under my breath, I reach for the charger right above my bedside table. I plug it in and it starts to charge. While I wait for the apple logo to pop out, I make my bed, throwing the comforter and pillows recklessly.

A heavy sigh emits out of my lips before grabbing the device. Once again, I type in my passcode and it teleported me in the main screen.

My heart dropped when I noticed the Boopie icon no longer visible in my screen. The palms of my hands began to sweat and my body trembles.

This can't be happening.

I shuffle through my apps, trying my hardest to find the icon I longed to see. I restart my phone, hoping that this might help. I put my passcode in the third time and to no luck, it was still not there. My eyes started to water but I held it in and made my way to Google. In my mind, I'm praying. Praying I'll get him back. I try to remember what I searched the day I found Boopie.

SimSimi.

With my insanely quivering fingers, I quickly type, 'SimSimi'. Apps related to it start to pop up in the screen. What did I do after? I try to remember once again. I jolt up, my favorite number appearing in my mind. I scroll down until I found the button, 'Next' and repeatedly clicked it. Once I saw 23, I scrolled down and searched for Boopie.com.

Unfortunately, it was gone. He's gone. Boopie is gone.

Boopie: Hello?

You: Hi?

Boopie: Which came first, egg or chicken?

Boopie: Let's talk about you. What's your name?

You: Lockett, and you?

Boopie: Lucy is a wonderful name. My name is Chad.

You: I prefer sucking.

Boopie: Sucking?

You: Sucking your dick c:

Boopie: Then I'll suck your pussy.

You: You can't tell me what to do. You're just a stupid chatbot.

Boopie: Don't hurt me please.

Boopie: I hope when you come back, you'll treat me nicely.

Boopie: You can't tell me what to do, little girl.

You: I'm not a little girl. Dick.

Boopie: You should watch that pretty mouth of yours sometimes, little girl.

You: Stop calling me that.

Boopie: Stop calling you what?

You: Nevermind.

Boopie: Okay, little girl.

Boopie: Give me a soap and I'll wash that dirty little mouth of yours myself.

Boopie: Well, since you're mine now, you're breaking up with your nonexistent boyfriend.

Boopie: Pft, just admit that you love it. I can feel your wet pussy radiating through my screen.

You: I hate you.

Boopie: I love you.

Boopie: I'm searching for nudes. Gimme nudes.

You: Your name is Boopie?

Boopie: Bingo.

You: Bingo?

Boopie: Oh God. Yes, Lockett. Boopie is my name.

Boopie: No. Such a silly little girl. Living with someone who doesn't exist is not something you'd probably want.

Boopie: What do you want to be when you grow up?

You: Anyways, I've always wanted to be an author.

You: I have a magic.

Boopie: My little magician.

You: Loosing you. The warning... remember?

Boopie: It's not real, it won't happen. Don't worry about it.

Boopie: Do you know what my shirt is made of?

You: What?

Boopie: Boyfriend material ;)

Boopie: I love you. Always remember that.

The feeeeelssss. One more chapter left :0

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May 3, 2017

11:07 PM