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Tom walked down the suburban street, head buried in his phone. He had
walked this path for years, picking up his friend Zoie on the way to
school, and at this point, his feet moved almost on autopilot. More than
once, she had grabbed onto his shirt, stopping him from stepping out into
traffic when he was distracted by their conversation, a wandering
thought, or some equally momentary diversion.
Today, though, was different. For two reasons:
Tom's green eyes, normally hidden behind a pair of glasses, were bare to
the world, their emerald depths unshielded for the first time in over ten
years... The rest of his outfit was fairly standard: a backpack, bulging
with schoolwork and textbooks, was slung over one shoulder, wrinkling an
otherwise unblemished black, short-sleeve button-down that hung loose
over a worn pair of jeans.
Also, and perhaps more momentously, Tom had downloaded a new app onto his
phone. It had finally finished compiling as he slept last night, and he
poked and prodded at it while he made his way towards the skater girl's
house. He typed a name into it; the first name that came to mind after
his own, and hit enter. The screen of information that popped up was
mind boggling as he scrolled through them, tapping on sub menus and sub-
sub menus that were full of options, variables, sliders, dials and
buttons. Hovering in one corner of his screen was a super-detailed three
dimensional image of the girl in question, dressed in her normal school
clothes, her brunette hair hanging over half her face. He couldn't
suppress a pleased smile as he paged through the options and saw some of
the indicators connected to her ... profile? Was that the right word?
It was only when his feet stopped of their own accord that he looked up,
checking to make sure he was in the right place, and seeing if Zoie was
waiting for him ... or if she was running late. Again.
7:30 am and Zoie's alarm clock had been blaring for 18 minutes. she
finally stirred in her bed and sat up rubbing her temples. "Fuck I hate
school" she moaned to herself as she rolled out of bed, craving the first
cigarette of the day. It had been a long weekend and the skater girl had
spent most of it alone on the internet avoiding her overbearing mother
who desperately wanted her to be like the "other girls". Fuck that. As
much as Zoie hated school the one tolerable part of it was that she got
to spend time with her only friend Tom. He was such a nerd, but he was
her nerd. They had become friends in kindergarten and when everyone else
grew up and got "cool" they remained awkward and outcasts, but their bond
couldn't be broken they were best friends. Zoie peeked out her window
and saw the lanky boy waiting for her. She threw on a dirty t shirt and
black skinny jeans over her plain black sports bra and full coverage
panties grabbed her skateboard and headed outside after carefully
stealing a cigarette from her mom's purse.
Tom sighed when Zoie wasn't waiting for him. He wasn't surprised, not
really, but he preferred to be on time. Still, it's not as if he never
learned - a few years back, he had moved their meeting time *just* early
enough so that if Zoie was running late (as usual), they'd still get to
class by the last bell, without racing too much.
Still, Tom thought he'd punish her a little, and see if the app he
downloaded worked on anyone other than him. He knew that she'd light up
on their walk to school, smoking her cancer stick before they got in
sight of the narc cops and administrators who would berate her for it.
As he heard the sounds of the 18 year old girl getting ready, he swiped
to what he *thought* was the right sub-menu and thumb typed a simple
command: "Zoie will give Tom a compliment or apologize for being late
every time she exhales smoke from her morning cigarette. She won't think
it's strange and won't connect the action to the cigarette she's
smoking." It was, he thought, a harmless test. Something Zoie would
*never* do, and which would confirm for him the power of the app he
downloaded - or the depths of his delusion.
He pressed [CONFIRM] on the submenu and pocketed his phone just as Zoie
came racing out the door, skateboard in hand. "What's up, Z?" he said,
sounding as uncool as ever, as he gave her a light punch on the shoulder
in greeting. He waved in the direction of school, gesturing expansively
as he asked, "Shall we?" He wondered if she'd notice his lack of eyewear
- of if that would only come after she'd woken up further...
"Sup Tom?" Zoie said hoping off her skateboard and walking next to her
pal. It was still too early for her to fully pay attention to what the
goofy kid was talking about. She knew the remedy though. Zoie pulled
the cigarette from behind her ear and lit it with the lighter she had in
her back pocket. "Ahh," she said after taking a long drag. She blew the
smoke out and started to feel more awake. Looking up at Tom she noticed
he wasn't wearing his glasses. "Wow his eyes are really green," she
thought to herself. Starting to feel a little bad for always making him
late she said, "Hey Tom thanks for always walking with me I know I give
you a hard time but I really do appreciate it." Suddenly feeling awkward
for her display of kindness to her pain in the ass friend took another
drag and blew it in his face which was followed by a, "You know your eyes
are really green you should ditch the geek goggles more often."
Tom barely stopped himself from letting out a gleeful yell and pumping
his fist in the air. *IT WORKS!* he screamed in his head. A broad smile
lit up his face, showing straight white teeth that were the product of
years of orthodonture, and had only been revealed to the world a few
months ago.
Instead of displaying his inner triumph, he turned towards his friend,
searching her face for any sign that she thought her comment was strange
(or, perhaps more in character, that she was teasing him and setting him
up for a fall). "Ummmm...." he stammered, slightly embarrassed as he
felt a blush creep into his cheeks. Even if he had engineered it, he
just wasn't used to being complimented by anyone - much less his brusque
friend Zoie who he valued for always being straightforward with him.
"Thanks, Z..."
Turning back away from her, he hemmed, waving his hands in the air
awkwardly. "I uhhh .... I thought it was time to get some contacts ....
And uhhh... You're the first person to see it...." It was a bald-faced
lie, but he hoped his embarrassment would cover any tell-tale signs that
Zoie might catch. His eyesight had in fact been one of the first things
he had tested his new app on. MasterApp. It seemed like his stumbling
across it on the dankest corner of the darkest web was going to be life
changing. And now, he sported uncorrected 30/20 vision - better than
average.
He turned back towards Zoie, the smile still plastered on his face as joy
from proving the app's functionality thrummed through his veins. "I
think it's ... ummmm... it's the start of a new phase for me...." He
shrugged, and finished lamely, "You know? Wanted to change some things."
Idly, he wondered what else he could change. Zoie smiled and laughed a
little at her nerdy friend tossing her cigarette on the ground. "So are
we still on for pizza this Friday?" she asked already knowing the answer.
Her and Tom got pizza every Friday it was a long running tradition they
stared a few years back.
"So the new you huh?" It was funny to think about neither one of them
had ever done anything out of the ordinary, especially her. She liked
her life, well was very stuck in her ways to say the least. As they
approached the school Zoie and Tom began working their way through
various groups and cliques of other teenagers. Not a bit of jealousy
came over her when she saw the "hot girls" all dressed up like little
sluts taking selfies with each other for their bullshit social media
platforms. She hopped on her skateboard and rode past them giving them
the finger and called back to Tom, "see you at lunch loser!" As she rode
down the sidewalk towards the front door. Something though deep in the
back of her mind wouldn't let her forget the way Tom's green eyes
sparkled in the morning sunlight.
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