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Crushes and Swifties

 Chapter 6

Mishti

I wait for the clock to strike nine so that I can go to my room and talk to Megha, my friend who I met on an online poetry writing platform. I talk to her every night.

I've known Megha for two years, ever since I came across her soulful poetries, became a fan, and contacted her. We bonded over our love for poetry and Taylor Swift's songs. In fact, we can always find a perfect Taylor Swift song for whatever is going on in our lives. Presently, for her, it's 'Gorgeous'. There's a guy she has a crush on and can't stop talking about.

I text her.

Mishti: Everything has changed.

Megha: NO!

Mishti: Yes.

Megha: Wow!

Mishti: I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now...

Megha: Please tell me it's a boy. Although knowing your opinion of the male species that's impossible.

Mishti: Yes!

Megha: Nooooice. Who is he?

Mishti: He's the new boy in my class.

Megha: Is he hot?

Mishti: Yeah! He is soooo hot, but he's also nice and a nerd like me.

Megha: Tell me everything.

Mishti: So, the English teacher gave us a group project and asked us to find partners. Him being new, and me being me, we couldn't find any, so we kinda got stuck with each other.

Megha: I still can't believe you found a boy whom you like. Finally. I actually thought you were gay.

Mishti: In that case, I am glad to have set the record straight. Pun intended.

Megha: Lol.

Mishti: There's more. You'll love this. Since God doesn't have enough entertainment in heaven, he threw a curveball in the way of my eternal love.

Megha: ???

Mishti: Vikram Sethi is in our group.

Megha knows about Vikram because I've ranted to her about his childish behavior and how he disrupts the entire class during serious discussions.

Megha: Oh my God! I would love to be the lizard on the wall of the room where your group meetings will be held.

Mishti: Sad, you won't get the chance. Because I'm throwing him out of the group tomorrow.

Megha: How?

Mishti: I'll talk to him.

Megha: I repeat. I would love to be the lizard on the wall of the room when you try to throw him out of your group.

Mishti: I wish there was some other way to do this. I really don't want to deal with him.

Megha: The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Isn't he the same guy you had a crush on in middle school?

Mishti: I knew it was a mistake to tell you about it. I was twelve then. My cognitive abilities were overshadowed by my hormones. The good news is that my hormones may have gone into hibernation after that debacle, they are not dead.

Megha: Yayy!

Mishti: How's your mom? Still in the hospital?

Megha: Yeah. She is coming home tomorrow. The doctor told her that if she didn't quit drinking, next time she won't be going home at all. Sometimes, I can't wait to go to college and away from all this stress. I know it sounds selfish, but all the other kids are partying and stressing only about getting into a good college, not about what condition they would find their mother in when they reach home.

Mishti: I understand Megha.

Megha: I met my father at the hospital today and told him that I forgive him for leaving us. Especially since he has always been there for me and my brother.

Mishti: How did he react?

Megha: He had tears in his eyes. He hugged me and then we went out for lunch. I feel free of the anger and resentment I had been holding on to. It was a good day.

Mishti: Well, if it's a good day, then maybe you should take a chance and text your 'Gorgeous' WHATSHISNAME.

Megha: What do I say to him, genius?

Mishti: You tell him you 'feel free',' and maybe he will take the hint and ask you out.

Megha: You are a moron, Mishti. I don't need your brilliant ideas.

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Hi readers,

Do you all have a best friend? Well, I know not everyone is lucky enough to have a best friend.

Best friends are unofficial therapists that all teenagers need.

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thank you

Anuradha