Imaginary Girlfriend - Chapter One

A Chapter by Joe-kun

Timmy's a boy fresh into High School, who's already having social issues. That all changes when a mysterious girl appears.

Imaginary Girlfriend

Chapter One: The Make-Believe Goth

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"See ya, Steven!"

"Later, Timmy!"

A Teenage boy sighed as he headed down a long, cracked sidewalk. Tim (Or Timmy as he was commonly called) was now a freshman in High School, but it wasn't as glamorous as his older siblings had made it seem. His brothers and sisters had all shared fascinating stories about the four years they had at this school - Any story Tim could share involved his head stuck in a toilet or his body wedged into a locker.

"Mom, I'm home!"

The door slammed as he entered the apartment - It was just himself and his Mother now. One of his older brothers had just recently moved out, leaving the two alone to fend for themselves. Luckily, his mother had a high-paying job, so he wasn't forced to look for work. After a pause of silent, he headed into the kitchen to look for the woman.

"Mom? Mom, are you home?"

Silence. He started to worry a little - After all, she was always home before he was. But just as he reached for the phone to call her, he noticed a paper on the table next to it:

"Went out shopping, won't be back until late. Don't burn the house down." Timmy smiled as he placed the paper back down - He had a whole afternoon alone! What to do … Junk food? Inappropriate TV? Or just laze around on the Internet like he usually did?

All three sounded good.

After 2 trips to the kitchen (and one to his room to fetch his DVD stash and laptop,) the boy was plopped down on the couch, smirking as he flipped on the TV, starting up one of his various Hentai DVDs while taking a bite of greasy, delicious chicken. Multiple noises came from his laptop, telling him a large amount of people were sending him messages.

"This is f*****g heaven."

(A few hours later …)

The DVD was on the main menu still from not being active after finishing, the food was cold, and the laptop was in hibernate mode. Timmy had fallen into a deep sleep, most likely after getting so full of chicken and liquid-sugar, also called soda. This wasn't a good sleep though, as he was having one of his usual bad dreams:

It was after school, in the hallway - His locker door slammed shut as he gathered his backpack, turning to leave the building. As he headed down the corridor, he saw many groups of people, all talking very happily - cliques, groups, whatever you wanted to call them, but they were really just friends. Friends he didn't have.

This had always bothered him - He did have a few: Steven, Joel, and even Mike (who was a complete a*s at times,) but they were still people he could talk to. But these kids had both genders in their circles - Timmy could never gather the courage to even smile at a girl, let alone have a conversation. He wasn't quite sure of his 'type' of girl, but two of the 'cliques' had at least one that made him blush.

From the Preps - Mindy. She was a total b***h to everyone she met, but this girl's chest could be a damn floatation device. She always gave him a glare any time their eyes met, but it's not like he was looking at her face to begin with.

The Goths gave him Rachel - This girl was the DEFINITION of Darkness. Her hair was a deep purple, her face practically gray from so much make-up - She wore knee-high black boots, and purple and black striped stockings (or knee-high socks,) and for some reason that just made him melt.

But of course, each girl had their own special rejection line, just for him.

"Get away from me, you f*****g nerd." Was Mindy's favorite.

"Piss off." Rachel seemed to reserve that one for whenever he was near.

But the girls made him shiver just the same, although he knew nothing would ever come of it.

This bad dream wasn't exactly scary, it was just a mental downer - He'd always wake up feeling depressed and lonely. It's not like he was hideously ugly (There were times where he thought he looked pretty good, actually) but for some reason the ladies just didn't go for him. It was just about time for the dream to end, but something was different this time - He kept hearing this voice out of nowhere, and it was … Feminine?

"Wake up, Timothy. Wake up or I'll force you awake."

The boy's eyes slowly opened as he sat up - A strange figure was standing over him. She was around his height, with deep purple hair and pale skin, with very sexy deep green eyes. Looking down showed she had curves to die for, and one of the biggest racks he'd ever seen … In fact, this girl looked just like a hybrid of Mindy and Rachel!

Timmy rubbed his eyes as he lay back down.

"I hate double dreams …" As his eyes closed once more, something grabbed his arm and jerked him from the couch, right to his feet. He shook his head to regain himself, looking at the girl in front of him. His face stayed red, although he had no clue who this girl wass, and he was way too nervous to ask. But the strange part was - Why was this extremely hot girl in his home?

"I'm not a dream, Timothy. My name is Julia." The girl said, no feeling in her voice … Which was extremely sexy to Timmy, since he did love the Goth look, and … Apparently the voice tone. "Please, stop blushing. It's very awkward."

The boy stayed absolutely silent, just staring at the girl. After a few moments of her blank gaze, he finally gained the courage to open his mouth.

"Who … Who are you?" He asked, the girl's lips curving into a makeshift smile. She moved closer, leaning her forehead against his and looking into the boy's blue eyes.

"I told you, Timothy. My name is Julia, and … I'm your Imaginary Friend."

OKAY, PAUSE.

Timmy was silent, one eyebrow raised. What the hell did she mean 'Imaginary Friend'? He was in High School! Someone his age didn't need an Imaginary Friend!

"I'm … 16, I really don't need an Imaginary Friend, I have a few real ones." He said with a hint of nervousness in his voice. The girl moved even closer to him, grabbing his arms and pulling him close.

"Who said just 'Friend', Timothy …" She replied, that smile turning into a smirk as she pressed her lips against his, holding the boy still for a few moments. "I can also play Girlfriend, you know."

Timmy's lips were stained slightly purple from the girl's lipstick, his face as red as fire. He had no clue what to say, and he felt like he was about to faint.

PAUSE just ONE more time!

"Imaginary 'Girlfriend'? That sounds even MORE pathetic!" He said, hoping his being so negative wouldn't somehow make the girl disappear. She giggled, her eyes locking with his once more.

"Okay then … I think I can convince you." Julia said, taking the boy's hand and pushing him down on the couch behind him. She smiled at the boy's red face as she sat next to him. She took the boy's hand, moving it up and placing it on her chest. Timmy started shaking, the male in him making him squeeze the fleshy orb hidden by the girl's shirt.

"… What did I do to deserve this?" He said, ignoring how lame that sounded.

"You're my creator, Timothy … I came because you were lonely and were longing for a girlfriend. You imagined me in that dream you just had a few minutes ago." She smiled, looking down at the boy's squeezing hand. "Now, do you think this is enough to make you like me?"

"Y-Yeah, this works …" He replied, pulling back to give her a full look. She had a purple sweater on, with a black skirt and knee-high boots, with purple and black stripped socks. So she must've been made up of Mindy's body and Rachel's appearance … Not bad! "And … What's with this 'Timothy' thing?" He asked, looking a little annoyed with it.

"I just like calling my … Rather handsome creator … By his proper name." She said, moving her hand up and tickling under his chin, nuzzling his cheek. She may have looked Goth, but she definitely was a little more affectionate than the Gothic Stereotype. Her face quickly turned from the smile to her first expression - The blank stare, her smile now back to that emotionless frown. "Is that a problem?"

Okay, so maybe she WAS still pretty Gothic.

"N-No, that's fine. I swear." He said, trying to make her happy again. Her smile returned as she gave him a tight hug, followed by a quick kiss on the lips, making the boy's lips even more purple.

"Good, Timothy … This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."

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