Amy has given up on finding true love in a world of flings and hookup culture. She decides to focus on herself by keeping her love fantasies aside. Just then, an uncalculated factor changes her perception of love and makes her heart race for the fir...
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They say love can burn you and keep you alive. The only flames I'd gladly jump into if it was with a fictional man. I was walking towards Starbucks to meet my best friend when I saw couples holding hands and kissing like life's a movie.
It made my mind feel heavy with anxiety. I was turning 18 soon with a shitty love life. With a heavy head, I walked till a blonde decided to jump scare me. We ordered our usual Iced Americanos for a little venting session.
"Stella, I'm not cut out for love. I am a hopeless romantic but being in love irl scares me," I started without even a greeting. I mean she was my friend and we never greeted formally.
"You're just really delusional with high standards. If you keep this up, I'll have to bury you alone when you're all grey and ugly", remarked Stella who was obviously over my daily rant.
"Lowering my standards only lead to disappointments and you know that", I quickly defended myself.
My last boyfriend didn't fit in my standard but after I started dating him, he thought he was all that. He had no rizz and was simply a bum who knew nothing about romance but bagged a hopeless romantic like me. He was far from romantic, a true narcissist with playboy tendencies.
"Amy, I know that Josh has taken away your faith in love. However, if you decide to stick to your unrealistic standards you'll end up sour and alone," Stella added to console me. She was definitely not helping.
"I know what you're getting at Stella but I beg to differ. I think it's better to have an idea of what you want in your partner than blindly mingle with a guy who will disappoint me later. It would save me a heartbreak," I assured her.
My phone pinged. A notification from Snapchat. I wouldn't have spared it a minute if it wasn't for the silence that gulfed the atmosphere. It was a request from some stranger with zero mutual friends. Fortunately for him, the ranting session with Stella urged me to add him back even if it meant maintaining the dumb streaks.
"Adrian Van Doren", a sophisticated name like that sounds better in books. Another notification?! Stella gave me an evil smirk like something was cooking. She peeped into my phone and was all over his bitmoji.
Before she could grab my phone and start a conversation herself, I took the reins in my hands and opened the text notification which appeared after minutes of "Adrian is typing". In all honesty, I was excited and anxious. And over a Snapchat notification? Unsual but not impossible.
"Hey, I'm Adrian Van Doren. Nice to meet ya!" Adrian's text seemed pretty normal. There wasn't anything off-putting. Snapchat was a well-known playground for fuckboys and perverts. He seemed friendly. Overly-friendly. It was my move to make so I took a sip of my drink and hesitantly started typing, searching for the perfect reply that would make me look normal.
"Hello, Adrian. I'm Amy Irvine. A pleasure to meet ya too. I don't think we've met before, have we?" I sent the text before I could change my mind.
"Amy, that's a nice name. And no, I don't think we've exactly met. Can I see your picture?" He replied within seconds.
"A picture of me? Sure, in exchange you'll have to send me on of yourself too", I smiled to myself after hitting the send.
"You didn't have to state the obvious. Aight, I'll send you one right now!" Adrian wrote back to me followed by a snap.
I opened his picture. Wrong decision to have done it with Stella around. Adrian was wearing a jersey top smiling in the mirror selfie. She screamed before I could even react.
"OMG! Amy that guy is built like a Greek God. You must rizz him up and claim him to hit the genetical lottery!" Stella ordered me with joy.
I sent one of myself with my drink in the hand wearing a cute brown sweater and replied to his snap saying "not bad!". Of course it wasn't! duhh. I couldn't just feed into his ego when we just met so I was content with my reply.
He opened my snap.
"You look absoultely stunning, but are you sure about an iced Americano in winter bahaa", Adrian humourously replied.
I reacted to his message with a laughing emoji and moved out from the coffehouse with Stella.
Who even uses Snapchat? I thought before I could go to sleep that night. Only immature boys who haven't grown up. A real men would ask for your number. Snapchat wasn't the best place to find love. I gave up all my hopes and thought of it as a sweet and friendly online encounter before I fell into a deep dreamless slumber.
