Hello! If you're just tuning in or need a refresher, it's marching band season and Summer (drumline) has a crush on Micah (drum major), but she's too anxious to talk to him or tell her friends about it. Summer learned about an app called Chat With Me (you can only talk to people at your school and the conversations can't be tracked). They've been talking (except Summer is pretending to be someone named Anna) and they've started to grow closer. Summer is becoming more worried about their growing connection and how she's going to come clean. She's agreed to meet up with Micah after a marching band competition and she doesn't know how she's going to salvage the relationship after that point.
This is draft 2, and I'm more interested in big picture comments than sentence level/grammar comments. Thanks for reading! <3
It’s going to be this weekend after the next marching band competition. I can’t do this anymore. I have to tell him the truth. Even though it makes me want to throw up just thinking about it.
I run through everything May told me to do in my head. I tried hinting that things may not be as they seem. Now all I have to do is figure out exactly what I’m going to say to him when we do meet and then tell him this weekend.
I try, and fail yet again, to concentrate on my weekly scramble to finish all of my homework because my brain won’t stop spinning through the possible things to say when Micah sees it’s me.
I need May. I haven’t had time to talk to her since our last brainstorming session with the start of the competition season and my never-ending stream of what my first words to Micah will be.
It’s a Tuesday, not one of the good nights to talk to May according to the calendar she gave me, but I’m hopeful that when she sees my name light up her phone, she’ll have the intrinsic sister awareness that I need her and why.
Once I check that the coast is clear outside my door and no nosy parents or Danielle will be able to overhear my conversation, I dive onto my bed and give her a call.
She answers on the final ring.
“Summer! What’s up!” It’s the loud voice again. My stomach turns over. I don’t need this May right now.
“Hey,” I say softly. “Is now a good time?”
“Of course! Like I’ve told you before, I always have time for my baby sister!”
Do I really want to do this right now? This is not how I imagined this conversation going.
“What’s going on?” She says again, too loud.
“I just wanted to talk about…the Micah plan, but if it’s not a good time I can call tomorrow.” I dig my nail into the skin around my thumb. I really don’t want to have to wait, but I might not have a choice. There’s no one else I can get advice from about this and she’s in no state to give me any sound advice.
“The Micah plan! Oh my gosh! Yes! Did you do it! Did you tell him what’s up?”
“Why not? Just do it Sum! Rip the bandage off! Tell him the truth before you chicken out.” She slurs the last little bit.
My stomach turns again. May unfiltered, unafraid of hurting my feelings. She knows I’m going to chicken out. She thinks I’m dumb for doing this in the first place. I am dumb, but she’s not supposed to make me feel that way.
“Just go up to him after a rehearsal or something and say, hey it’s me Anna. Sorry. Easy!”
That’s the worst piece of advice she’s ever given me.
“May, remember? We had a whole plan for me to do it after a marching band competition?”
“Just talk to him!” She slurs again. “Stop making it into a whole thing.”
Tears well up in the back of my eyes. I don’t even know why I’m bothering to have this conversation with her right now. This obviously isn’t going to get anywhere. The best I an hope for is that I’ll time to talk to her before this weekend so she can give me a little bit of actual moral support before I show up for my execution.
“You know this means a lot to me.”
“It’s not that complicated! You like him, he probably likes you. Just explain the situation and he’ll be like whatever, same girl different name, and then he’ll ask you out!”
I bury my face in my hands. “I don’t think it’ll be that simple.”
“Just do it!” She screeches.
“I think we should talk later,” I say.
“Why?” She yells. “Just telling it like it is!”
“You’ve been drinking. This isn’t a productive conversation.”
“Oh whatever! You just don’t want me to tell you the truth! You know one of these days you’re going to have to put on your big girl pants, stop using me as a crutch, and just make a freaking move!”
I hang up on her.
As soon as my phone screen turns black, I regret it, but I still don’t pick up my phone and call her back. Rationally I know that she was being so insensitive because she’s been drinking, but her words still stung. Drunk words are sober thoughts. Is that really what she thinks of me?
The tears come then. I put my phone on silent and then put it inside my desk drawer so I won’t hear if she tries to call me back, which I know she probably won’t. I can’t talk to her right now. I guess I have no choice to put on my big girl pants, as she called it, and figure out this Micah situation on my own.
Welcome to Chat With Me!
Wednesday, 04:27PM - You’re chatting with: MICAH TURNER
Anna (04:27PM): Hey how was your day?
Micah (04:31PM): Normal. What about you?
Anna (04:32PM): Yeah pretty normal.
Anna (04:32PM): Actually I’ve been distracted because I’ve been thinking about something.
Micah (04:33PM): Your cure for autoimmune diseases?
Anna (04:35PM): Haha I wish. I was actually thinking about how we should meet.
Micah (04:35PM): Oh! And?
Anna (04:38PM): How does this weekend sound?
Micah (04:39PM): !!
Micah (04:39PM): This weekend sounds perfect. I have another competition on Saturday. We could meet up there or I guess we could do a casual dinner or something after?
Anna (04:41PM): The competition is fine. Send me the info about where and when and I’ll be there.
Micah (04:42PM): Sweet, will do. Can I ask what sparked the change of heart? I know we said after a competition…
Anna (04:46PM): I really like you, and I want to be completely honest about who I am and stuff, which is hard to do over Chat With Me.
Micah (04:48PM): ??
Micah (04:48PM): Are you saying you haven’t been completely honest with me?
Anna (04:51PM): Like I said before, I promise I really am a girl and I really am in your grade and I really do go to your school.
Micah (04:52PM): But you haven’t been completely honest.
Anna (04:55PM): I’ve been as honest as I can be online. Like we’ve said before, things are different when they’re in person. I want to be able to be my full self with you and I can’t do that until we meet in person.
Micah (04:56PM): Weird wording…
Anna (04:57PM): I don’t know what else to say
Micah (04:59PM): I mean, I definitely want to meet you. At the very least to put a face with the name and just figure this whole thing out. But I’m confused
Anna (04:50PM): I’m sorry.
Micah (04:52PM): I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and stuff. I don’t know what to think anymore. Like I’m still hopeful that maybe this could carry into the real world, but you’re being so cryptic and different which makes me think that something weird is going on.
Anna (04:55PM): I’ve enjoyed getting to know you too, which is why it’s time to see if we can take this into the real world. I can’t do the online only thing anymore.
Micah (04:57PM): And we’re really going to do this on Saturday? You’re not going to back out last minute.
Anna (04:58PM): I promise I’ll be there.