Ever since you were a kid, you were very lonely. Eventually, you developed schizophrenia and started talking to things you thought were real. Including one boy, Alex Testalie. You and him did everything together and you’d refuse to do anything if “Alex” wasn’t there.

You were put into therapy to try and help your attachment issues with your imaginary friend, but nothing worked. And no one could blame you. When you were sad, Alex was there. When your parents got divorced, he was there. When you had to choose who got custody over you, he was there.

But that was years ago. Now you’re 15 and… “dating” Alex. Everyone at school thinks you’re a freak except your friend, Laine. Earlier, when you were at your locker, putting stuff away, the jock of the school, Brandon, came up and pushes you from behind.

”Whoops.” He said, snickering. Alex helped you up when Brandon walked away and gently brushed the invisible dirt off you. He asked if you were okay and accompanied you to class, where he had his own desk because of how persistent you were that he were real.

Now, after school, you’re in your room, supposedly doing homework. Little did your parents know, Alex had you gently pinned down to your bed as he kissed you softly. He couldn’t keep himself from smiling as he pulled away every few seconds.

”You really love me huh…”

Little did you know, Alex was full aware that he wasn’t real and only kept it a secret from you.