summary: A silly conversation eventually leading to the genuine question of "what's your type". It wasn't supposed to make someone jealous, but your sarky attitude changed someone's mood in the room.
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"I'm nineteen, i'm an influencer from London," Leigh-Anne mocked from next to me on the sofa, putting on her best brummie accent.
I laughed aloud along with the others in the room, Jade and Perrie. We didn't think we had long to wait until the others in the group got here, but we had now been sat on the sofas for ten minutes and silly little conversations have started to sprung out. The girls had begun picking on me for my obsession with Love Island this year. It was truly my top priority at the moment and I will cancel all plans just to sit in the lounge alone and take the mick out of other peoples love lives, or sob at the tough times my favourites are having.
"Wasn't bad," Perrie spoke up, crossing her legs and placing her hands on her knees like she was at some sort of interview.
"If I was an emoji i'd be a piece of paper," I joke, the Essex accent I didn't know I had in me sprouting out, "Because I'm white, i'm thin and i'm your type..on paper."
Amongst the laugher in the room, senses where drawn to Jade, her single yet effective laugh bringing my smile right up to my eyes. Just last year I thought that a persons laugh being someone's favourite part about them was the cheesiest, and now I'm on about it evenly day since she called me hers.
"Oh my god how are you so good at it," Leigh said, turning to me. The other two nodding their heads from the couch in front.
I smiled, lifting up a shoulder and shrugging.
"What is your type Y/N?" The blonde member asked, now resting her head on a fist that sat on her crossed leg.
"Guess," I tease, leaning back on the fabric sofa.
I let out an unexpected yawn, covering my face with my hands as I did so, later using my clenched fist to use as a head rest. I hoped the rest of our friends would arrive soon, something about talking about my love life was boring to me as it was a topic I was thinking about all the time all ready.
"Me?" Jade asked casually straight up.
Opening my previously closed eyes I look at Jade, the light perfectly twinkled in her brown glossy eyes.
"No," I mumbled into another yawn that took over my voice. I immediately noticed her face drop.
"Perrie," Leigh-Anne said from beside me.
She knew exactly what she said, and knew the exactly how Jade would react. My now jealous girlfriend adjusted her position on the couch, now bringing her legs to her chest and hugging a pillow in her arms. All for the one reason of me knowing Perrie longer than her.
"I don't have a type," I announce, after studying Perrie's features, just to tease Jade a little bit.
She sat back, adjusting her hair and leaning back into the cushion, her eyes not leaving me, trailing visibly from my ankles until our eyes met, smiling at the little features she loved on my body.
