"Uh… sure, take your time… although I don't think I have that much of a bad a memory to forget a test—"
"I found it! THIS! See?! It had a bunch of questions and it said you were aromantic! See!? Here! It says it right here!" shoving the brightest screen he could have shoved onto my sensible eyes Mason showed me a very fancy but really dubious 'test result'... One I've never seen before in my precious life.
[ Congrats our beautiful little unique person! You are officially aromantic!
Love? That's not in your dictionary, cutie!
You can find more info about it in this Link!
Thanks for your donation to the cause!
Happy Pride! ]
"Oh… Is that so?… Sounds VERY legitimate… Anyways, when did you do this? And how much did you donate to their cause?"
"Hehe, only 50 bucks to get the result. It's for a good cause so it's fine."
What good cause? The getting scammed cause?? I thought to myself, blinking confused as I felt pity for my naive friend who acted so proudly for the wrong cause.
"Sooo, anyway… Both of us asked you these questions gradually. It was quite fun to do actually. You never noticed~ right, Sophie?"
"Mhm~ you never noticed, Layna. We were so smooth~ like ninjas!"
"Uh-huh, I see… So… That explains why I forgot or more like, didn't know about it."
"That's right!"
"That's ri—... Oh." Mason, followed the cheery Sophie, realising in the middle of his proud nod where the whole plot twist was. "I see the problem now."
"Mhm, that's right. 'Oh', you genius."
"Well! Don't be so picky! Forget the little details! Now you know and that's what matters! You're aromantic, congratulations."
"Such useless information," I replied. Mixing up my thoughts with words.
"You just said that out loud."
"... Good to know."
"Layna! Don't give me that!!"
Making him lose his calm has always been my greatest entertainment, but at the time I couldn't really joke much about it. I had never been interested or bothered by anything like this… But, with my friends pointing it out… I guess it got me curious to ask them more about it.
With the way I am, I pondered for a second as I tried to ignore Mason's drama. I had heard about it, the "aromantic" term, as well as many other terms since my generation is all about it. But I've always been aloof to the movement simply because I never judged from the beginning and I don't care what or who people are... As long as I can be myself I'll let others be themselves since it's only fair.
That's why I thought about it for a moment while the noisy buzz of little Mason and Sophie mosquitoes was in the background.
"Just let her beee~"
"Like I let you be with beer?? Just who the hell are you? Where is the Sophie I know!?"
"Waaah~!! Where's Sophiee~~?"
"Waaaaah!!"
"So," I interrupted while Sophie was being outrageously shaken by Mason, "although I think it's a suspicious result you got there… what's this aromantic thingy you say I have or am? And please don't click on the link there, Mason. I beg you. You'll lose your identity or something more than just money if you do."
"Alright, I won't, don't worry. Ahem. First of all, honey. You don't 'have it'... You are 'it'. Second of all… We should ask our know-it-all internet cause I'm not really sure myself either."
"Really now..."
"Huh, all I know is that it means that you're not romantic."
"Well, that's a given, Einstein. I want to puke whenever I think about romance," I said with honest disgust while Mason went back to his blinding phone to search the real definition.
"Come on, don't say that… Hmm… Oh! Here is an easy-to-understand definition. It says: 'An aromantic person, also referred to as Aro, is someone who experiences little to no romantic attraction to persons of any gender'… Girl, that's totally you."
"Yeah… can't argue with that one. I've no feelings, basically."
"Uhm… It also says that: 'Romantic attraction is a desire to have romantic contact, emotion or interaction with a partner, and in this case, people who are aromantic also lack interest in having romantic relationships'..."
"I see."
"…"
At his silence I met his stare that looked at me as if full of pity, watching me so quietly that it annoyed me, "What? It's not that bad. It does describe how I… Uh, think(?) feel(?)"
"Ugh… bleh.. ouf…. You poor b*tch," Sophie suddenly said, rising from the floor as she wiped her mouth.
"... Did you just puke on my carpet?"
"It's your f*cking fault for shaking me like that, gay a**hole," changing back to her usual self, Sophie glared at Mason as her dirty mouth did its job again, "so what? You can't love? Romantically, I mean. You can't actually be heartless, right? It's not that sh*tty a deal to be honest."
"I think so… That's more or less what it says," leaning to read more on Mason's phone I told Sophie while he stood up to get something to clean Sophie's mess.
"Well, we can't say like: she 'can't love', you know?… Ouff! D*mn it, Sophie. What did you eat before coming here!? A mountain?!"
"Cookies, a hot dog and your mom. Gonna cry?"
"You b*tch! You clean this up!"
"I'll puke on you next, d*ckhead."
"Uh… It says here that there are kinds of… Levels of aromanicism or something… But in a wide range… it says an aromantic person just doesn't experience Romantic attraction like others usually do." While they argued, I told them more, bringing their attention back to the conversation.
"Hmm… So it's up to you to say what 'level' you're in, huh… Mason, you missed a bit over here."
"You should be the one cleaning this!!" Losing his cool he yelled at Sophie again. She laughed at him, but then I saw something pop up on the screen that was more interesting than getting between them.