My Saviour

Sarah's Netflix Love Story

Three wishes. Now Sarah was down to two. And she had no idea what to use them for. She spent the rest of the day trying to think of what she could wish for.

Deep down she knew what she wanted. But that wasn't realistic. Sarah's basic instincts to stay logical were being overshadowed by her overactive imagination. This was no Netflix teen drama where she'd go against all the odds and wish for him to be her boyfriend and it would happen, but she wasn't gonna let that stop her from dreaming about it.

Sarah's brain was, to put simply, a train wreck, most of the time, but right now it was imagining a beautiful love story, filled with twists and turns, devotion and lust, with a whole load of sadness and tears since this was a love story involving her. It would never be straightforward.

Nothing is when it involves Sarah.

There was still a part of her rational brain telling her to stop getting so hopeful, but for once she was alright with having hope. She hadn't ever experienced a feeling like this before, and she liked having this warm fluffy feeling, even if it was temporary.

Sarah had her headphones playing her love song playlist, cause she was a hopeless romantic and a certain song she always links to her future love life started playing and her wishful walk home took a slightly sad turn.

The song in reference was Secret Love Song and that's exactly what her love will be. A secret. She'd never be able to express it to her parents cause no matter what, they won't accept them unless they're Muslim Pakistani man.

And that was not what she wanted for her life. With that sad song being played, her brain went straight to the negatives on how everything could go wrong, and her five seconds of hope that she could beat the odds were now dead.

Right in time to get home. Yipee.

Sarah got in and started on her chores. Cleaning the house from top to bottom and then having to study because unfortunately, she had a future to think about.

She sat in her little place in the living room, right under her mother's nose and started working, making sure her earphones were blaring at full capacity.

Hours for her felt like years when she had to revise in her living room. She could feel her mother's eyes burning into the back of her head. Like what could she possibly do wrong when she's sat in front of you?

Sarah never understood why her mother insisted on her staying downstairs until a certain time rather than just letting her work alone in her room. She felt it might be the loneliness her mum felt cause she was always alone since her dad worked late, but that wasn't it. She was always on the phone with one aunty chatting shit about another aunty.

Then for some time, she thought maybe it was cause she wanted to convince herself she wanted to get to know her daughter, but it wasn't that either. She expressed way too many times to Sarah that she wanted her dead, so that couldn't be it.

And one day Sarah accepted the harsh reality of why she had to work in the living room. Because her mother was crazy. Not crazy, that was too kind for the abuse her mother put her under, she was borderline psychotic.

When her mother was finally done with the staring contest with the back of Sarah's head she decided to ring her aunty and talk so loudly that Sarah could no longer focus. Sarah simply wanted to bash her brains out from what she was hearing.

She kept glancing at the clock waiting for it to hit eight o'clock so she could work in peace, and maybe text a certain person. But mainly to revise.

As it hit eight she packed up her school stuff and ran up to her bedroom.

Finally some peace and bloody quiet. She ran straight to her phone charger and went straight to texting Jake.

She had a plan in mind to figure out if Jake liked her. Two words.

Pick-up lines.

She was prepared. She had a list written in her notes and was just going to keep sending them to him and see if he reciprocates the flirty nature.

Your eyes are like the ocean, I could swim in them all day- Sarah

She waited for a reply and she could feel panic setting in. Her hands became sweaty and all sorts of weird thoughts were clouding her mind. What if that was too forward? What if he thinks I'm a weirdo for saying that? What if he never speaks to me again? 

She nervously waited for the buzz of her phone to see if she had, to put it plainly, completely and utterly fucked it.

Buzz.

She had never grabbed her phone so quickly in her entire life. She was so anxious she kept putting in her password for her phone wrong.

I'm glad you like my eyes, you can swim in them any day-Jake

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief and knew the game she had planned in her head had begun.

I hope you know CPR cause you just took my breath away

Are you a parking ticket, cause you've got 'fine' written all over you

If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber

These were just a few of the funny, yet cringe, pick-up lines Sarah used on Jake making them both laugh like idiots. He did take the bait and started replying with his lines. This made Sarah very grateful cause this could've gotten majorly awkward if he hadn't given her anything.

They continued with these pickup lines for the rest of the night, even going down a very non-PG non-friends kind of pickup line. But Sarah didn't mind at all. After all, she finally got the confirmation she needed.

Jake liked her, she liked Jake, and she knew what her next wish was going to be.