Getting Over Him

Memories

Pran's P.O.V: 

I ask Paa on Instagram what Pat likes while locking my door and putting out a hand knob sign that I personally made that says, "I'm busy studying, so please don't disturb me." I drew a bulky silhouette sitting at a desk with his his head resting on his hand while looking at a book.  It looks like Pat's big, bulky silhouette when he is studying at the library, and all that I can see is his broad back. 

Now that I think about it, I probably unconsciously drew him. I lightly touch over the silhouette with my fingers while trying to envision how he would look while studying right now. Would he be biting the inside of his cheek like he does when he comes across a problem that he doesn't know how to solve? Or would his eyebrows be scrunched up while reading a really long passage as he's concentrating on what it means? 

I place the door knob sign outside of my door so that my parents won't come in while seeing me trying to learn how to make Pat like me. If they were to see me not studying, they would have me grounded for years to come until I become an old person. I close my door, and head to my  grey chair with wheels.   

I pull out my phone again and go into Instagram to see that Paa has messaged me. 

☆Paa☆: 

he likes you 🤭 

                                                                 me:       He has yet to confirm or deny that yet. Which is why  I                                                                                am trying to get him to date me, or at least                                                                                                                           acknowledge my feelings...

☆Paa☆:  

Alright, alright I'll stop messing with you. Here's the real answer: 

he likes nerf guns, dogs, unexpectedly black coffee without any sugar 🤮, oh! He  

also likes spicy chips, spicy foods, and cartoons!  

While she told me all the things he likes, I was writing all of his favorite things down in my journal. I send Paa a quick thank you message, she sends back a smiley face. 

Okay Pran, now that we have all of this valuable information- we need to make a plan to be able to woo Pat.  

I start typing 'how to get a guy to like you' into the Google search engine on my phone. A billion sites pop up! 

A lot of them have a white background with the titles of the blogs being bubbly and in either pink , or red letters just say, 'how to get a guy to like you in just 10 easy steps!', or 'This Celebrity's advice on how to get a guy to fall in love with you in just ten seconds!' 

They don't sound really reliable, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I have nothing to lose, so I will need all the help I can get. 

I have never tried to get someone to like me back. They usually just ask me out first, but I would not just date whoever asked me. 

No, I had people that I would turn down if I didn't  think that we would be a good match. The longest that I have dated someone was for a month, and the shortest time that I have dated someone was for a week. 

I really hope that the advice that these sites provide me with will actually work! 

I click on the first article that I see and one of the steps says that guys find it attractive when you slowly pull your hair back into a ponytail, which I start touching the short ends on the back of my head. Nope, I don't have the hair length for that. Well, maybe unless I buy a wig... but I don't think that I will look good in a wig.  

I continue to scroll down that article, and I see some that say that a guy will fall for you if you flutter your eyes slowly at them. It says that it is statistically proven that if you maintain eye contact for ten seconds, that he will fall in love with you.That they like to maintain eye contact, and will understand the message that you are trying to send across. This one, this one seems more easy for me to do.  

I go check myself in front of my mirror, and I start to check the length of my black eyelashes. As expected, they're not long enough. They're short, and stubby. If I try to flutter my eyes at him, I will just look like I have a blinking problem instead. Maybe applying some mascara, or putting some fake eyelashes will make them look longer. 

If I do that though, my dad will absolutely disown me. He already knows that I don't just date guys, or girls, and he has been respectful of that- however he has things that he would never approve of me doing.  I have tried experimenting  with makeup before, after I had seen a street performance of a bunch of really tall people in drag that were wearing a lot of colorful makeup, dresses, high heels, outfits, and wigs. They were telling a story through their makeup, hair, and outfits. All of it had combined to bring the story that they were telling to life, after I heard some whispers about how it was so cool to see people dressing up so extravagantly, and moving so fluidly. There were some other people whispering about not-so-pleasant things, but I was more entranced by their dancing. 

After that day, I looked at my mom's makeup and I saw that she didn't use any other colors in her makeup palette other than pink. I thought it was such a shame that she didn't use the other more bright, and captivating colors. Without really knowing what I was doing, I just started applying the colors on my face. I liked how I looked like a piece of art. I was about to apply my mom's reddest lipstick when my father came in, saw me with a horrifies-disgusted expression... 

 He was just yelling, throwing things around, and smacking me while yelling at me not to be 'a girl'. My mom came in, tried to calm him down, and took off my makeup while telling me never to put it on again. I was just a middle schooler who was curious...

I come back from my memories of that day when I see a notification from Pat's Instagram. I follow him on another hidden account that no one knows belongs to me. I see his post, and it's him smiling with all of his friends at a bar. I zoom into his smile that I had not seen in a while since I confessed to him. 

I sigh as I think about how I might not be able to get pat to like me back. 

And, even if I could find at least one  suggestion that might work on him I wouldn't be able to try it out on him during break.  

I tap my fingers on my desk as I lay my head on my other hand.  

What can I do? What can I- 

I see my sketchbook, my colors, and my pencils on my desk. 

Oh, why didn't I think of this sooner?