The Genie with Finite Wishes

Genies are fairy tale stuff but I'm pretty sure I have one in my pocket. Whatever someone writes, it happens. I text him “I want to see you” 

An hour later he arrives at my doorstep. Our lips collide, his hips meet mine, and just like that, wish fulfilled.

She texts me “I don't think we should see each other anymore” 

And coincidentally, I can't write back because I reached my text limit for the month, and my plan doesn't renew until Friday. I drive to her house, and her mom answers the door “she's not home right now” I look up, and her curtains are closed shut. She only does that when she's home…another sealed fate. 

Friday rolls around, the genie is out of the bottle. I text my friend “I saw him again, and she won't talk to me” She replies “intervention!” That night she's there, as well as my other friends. I get an earful, something about self destructive behavior, respect and loyalty. I'm working on it, okay. Intervention accomplished. 

I don't know what next week will bring, but as long as I don't exceed my texts, the genie will continue to be in my pocket.