Is It Really Love?

ADRIAN

'Let's have an adventure

Head in the clouds but my gravity centered

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

You in those little high waisted shorts...'

I sang along to the lyrics of the song playing on my playlist. 'Sweater Weather' by 'The Neighbourhood'.

From when I had heard it for the first time, I had become obsessed with its lyrics. They often reminded me of Philippa, in her shorts, with deep red cheeks and a small smile on her face that she still tried to hide. I sighed and picked up my phone and shot her a text.

Me: What's up Google?

Google: I'm trying to study. I really don't feel like doing this. I hate chemistry.

Me: Aww, I feel ya. Okay, let's make a deal. You study for an hour and then we'll talk. What do you think?

Google: Okay, fine. Deal.

Me: Deal.

I closed my eyes. An hour. I had to give her that much. As much as I wanted to talk to her, I also wanted her to perform well in her subjects.

I decided to watch a movie while I waited for the hour to pass. This was a bad idea I thought as I checked the time for the fourteenth time and realised that it had only been forty minutes since I had made that dumb deal with Philippa. I closed my eyes and sighed in resignation.

Me: Heyy

I texted her again exactly an hour after our deal.

Google: Hey

Me: Well, it took you long to reply

Google: Ten extra minutes Adrian. I was solving an equation that I didn't wanna leave mid-way.

Me: Ten minutes is a long time. No buts. 

Google: I just love it when you act all bossy

Me: Will you love it in the bedroom too?

I pressed my fist to my mouth to conceal my smile. I could just imagine her getting all flustered after reading that text.

Google: I'm sixteen. I can't say I've explored much yet to be able to answer that.

I knew that, of course.

Me: What do you think you'd prefer?

I imagined her to like dominating and caring, but I still needed to know her opinion.

Google: Maybe I would. Dominating is hot as long as you don't push too much I suppose.

Me: Fair point

Google: What's your type?

My eyebrows rose. I hadn't expected that question from her. The answer was easy. It was her. She was my type.

Me: Long hair, brown eyes, short and curvy. That's for the looks. Personality - honest with a bit of sarcasm on the side

Google: I feel like i fit in your type

Of course you do.

Me: Yeah you do fit. What's your type?

Google: Looks - Curly, messy hair, I like eyes of all colours, tall and fit. Personality - honest, kind, humorous. Bonus points if he has piercings in his ears. Just one, the kind that looks hot and cute. I won't mind tattoos either.

I didn't have piercings or tattoos, but otherwise I could have almost bet that she was describing me.

Me: That sounds like me.

Google: You don't have piercings and tattoos.

Me: Give me a sign and I'll get them done

Google: Hahah, sure, some day.

Some day. That's something.

Google: Okay, before you continue, I am tired and am gonna sleep.

Me: Okay Google, go get your rest.

Google: Good Night Adrian.

Me: Sweet Dreams Philippa