Virtual Love

Ice Cream Melting Material Indeed

I reluctantly lifted my head from my pillow and looked at Suzy, who had a look of shock on her face. I pushed my jet black bangs away from my face and sighed. “Look, before you say anything... Can you please just not say ‘I told you so?’ I mean, I get it. You were right. When are you ever wrong?” I muttered under my breath. “But still, is it really my fault that I believed him when he said he wasn’t a 50 year old man? It’s just for a second-”

Suzy cut off my rambling by putting her finger on my lips. “Shush!”

I probably look confused because she shook her head at me. “Bri, I’m not always right. Most of the time, maybe, but not always. And this time, I’m wrong. Very wrong.”

She raised my phone up and showed me Blake- who let me tell you- was not a 50 year old man. I shoved her hand away from my lips and stared at my phone in awe. This could not be Blake. I mean, it just seemed too good to be true.

“HOLY GUACAMOLE!” I screeched.

“I know!” Suzy agreed.

I stared at the picture he had sent for what seemed to be the billionth time. I just had a hard time believing that was him. I assumed he wasn’t going to be handsome. No offense to his ego or anything. But could you really blame me? Yeah, in all the books I read, the hot guys were always the cocky ones. But I just assumed he was one of those guys who just had a lot of confidence, but weren’t exactly ice cream melting material. If you catch my drift.

Bri, are you still there? Or did my hotness blow you away ;) I’m guessing it’s the latter, seeing how you have yet to answer me.

I laughed at his sureness, but felt as if he did have a reason to be cocky. I bit my lower lip knowing what he’d want to ask for next: a picture of myself. I was debating just not answering to his messages, but that’d be an idiot thing to do because he knew I already read the messages he had sent me. Darn Kik and telling people whether you read their message or not. I finally decided it’d be better to answer. I mean hopefully he wasn't one of those guys that based everything off of looks...

 

I’m still here you big doof. No, your “hotness” did not blow me away. Sorry for the blow your ego just took. Or am I? ;)

I felt the bed shift and knew Suzy was peeking over my shoulder. I forgot she was there; I tended to do that when talking to Blake. What you ask? Just forgetting that people were in the same room as me.

“Now that is a lie.” Suzy told me, pointing at the message I just sent him.

I sighed and fell back on my pillow. “You think I don’t know that? But come on, you were practically drooling over him, too.” I teased her.

She grabbed the stuffed animal she had given me in sixth grade and hugged it. “I’m not going to lie, the guy is fine. But I see why you don’t want to inflate his ego. I mean who knows? Too many compliments could cause his head to burst.”

I laughed, “Exactly. So I’m lying to him for his benefit. Wouldn’t want his head to pop like a balloon. But I’m pretty sure he knows I was lying to him.”

I checked my phone again and saw that he had answered back to the message I had sent. I burst out laughing at his reply.

Why do you have to be so bittersweet? You know what? That’s going to be your nickname from now on: Bittersweet Bri. Sounds a bit kinky, don’t you think? ;) But before we get ahead of ourselves, a deal is a deal. Could you send a picture of yourself, my Bittersweet Bri? :)

“He wants a picture of me!” I told Suzy.

Her face scrunched up in confusion. “Don’t you have a picture of yourself on Kik?”