The Little Guy

My phone beeped.

A few hours after we were first officially introduced, the Little Guy messaged me.

"Are you home already? What are you doing?"

"Yes, I am just home. Just watching TV. Why?"

"Can I drop by? Let's just smoke a little."
We have been smoking for the past hours but what the hell. "Alright. Message me if you're outside already."
We smoked outside my house. We talked. It felt alright. He had to leave. Said he had to go home to eat or something and then drink at one of the older guys' house.

At midnight or a little past midnight Little Guy messaged me.

"Are you still up?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I'm still out. Can I drop by?"

"Sure. See you." 
I do a lot of stupid things. I have foresight and yet I let things happen.

One of my friends liked him and I guess I liked the thought that I was getting him somehow.

For about two or three weeks, it was me, the Little Guy and our secret. Seeing each other before the regular afternoons at the store and then again at midnight after the drinking sessions.

I got tired. He did too.

I don't like the Little Guy anymore. It got a little old too soon.