Is It Really Love?

ADRIAN

"GOOGLE TAKE ME TO 2070" That was what was written on her black t-shirt. I'd seen her wearing it a couple of times by now. Of course she had worn many other t-shirts as well, but something about this one really grabbed my attention. Looking over at her, I noticed the red staining her cheeks. The games and exercises often caused her cheeks to get flushed and made her look like she was blushing.

Smiling slightly, I asked her, "Why are you blushing Philippa?"

The red on her cheeks deepened. "It's the exercise." She replied.

"Maybe, but are you sure, it isn't because of a special someone?" I questioned.

Shaking her head, she ignored my statement and tried hard but failed to conceal the smile on her face.

Yes! Adrian- 1, Philippa- 0

I had recently realised that I like teasing the short girl dribbling her ball beside me. There was something about seeing her get flustered and act like she didn't enjoy the attention that just did it for me. Once again my eyes latched to her chest where GOOGLE was written in bold letters. Google... that wasn't a bad nickname. Ha! Looks like I've found a nickname for the girl after all.

"Hey, Google!" I called out to her.

She looked over with a confused look on her face. And once again dismissed me by giving her attention to the orange ball. I puffed my cheeks in irritation.

"Google, I'm drinking water from your bottle." I called out.

It had become a habit now. Me and the boys all drank from the bottle she brought for herself. I would never admit it out loud, but I liked drinking from her bottle. I never touched it to my lips, but the fact that the same water would go down her throat, filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction.

Anyway, that got her attention. She walked over to me, panting slightly, and with the ball on her hip, supported by her arm. She looked like a sassy little boss lady whenever she did that.

"What's up with the 'Google' thing?" She asked.

"It's on your t-shirt." I replied.

"I know. But why do you keep calling me that?" She questioned.

"'Cause I want to. It's your new nickname."

"There are so many better nicknames than that - like Pippa. That's a nice one, and it goes with my actual name." She said with a frown.

"Nope. I like Google." I said, smirking.

She made a disgruntled sound from her throat and walked away.

I took my time drinking her water and staring at her while she played. I realised I liked doing that too.

Once we were sweaty and too tired to continue, we bade our goodbyes and went home. After going home, I took a long cold shower and had my dinner. I then laid back on the bed and watched a boring television show for a few minutes. I refrained my itchy fingers from texting Philippa (sorry, Google). I knew she preferred studying at this time of the night and I didn't want to disturb her. But luckily for me, her text came first.

Google Hey

Me Hi

Google What's up?

Me I'm chatting with Google

Google Haha. Very Funny

Me I knew it. You did find that funny.

Google There's something called 'sarcasm'.

Me What's that? I don't know what that means. Google, search the meaning of sarcasm.

Google You're impossible

Me But the word itself says - I'm-possible

Google I hate you

Me Awww. So much love. I'm gonna melt.

Google I'm not letting you drink water from my bottle tomorrow.

Me Sure, you won't.

Google Why am I talking to you, again?

Me I don't know. Maybe you like me. You did text me first, you know.

Google Haha, in your dreams. And this was the first time I did that.

Me Baby steps. If only you knew what we did in my dreams,

Google You're kidding.

Me Who knows?

Google Okay. That's it. We're done. Bye!

Me Hahah, you're such a baby. Sure, bye, finish your Maths assignment kiddo.

I bit my tongue. If there was one thing she wasn't, then that was a kid. Her curves made that point very clear.

She sent me a thumbs up emoticon and ended the conversation there.

I smiled. Riling her up may just be my new favourite hobby.