𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

6

"Favorite color?"

"Grey."

"Well, that's convenient."

I roll my eyes.

"I've always liked grey. I think it's a very pretty color, contrary to what other people believe. When they think dreary and sad, I think mysterious and unexpected."
I say quietly, rolling onto my stomach.

"You sound like a college professor."
He teases.

"Haha, very funny. Okay, so what's your favorite song?"
I ask curiously.

"I don't have a favorite song."

"Well, who do you listen to the most?"

He doesn't miss a beat.

"Well at the moment, Twenty-One Pilots."

I almost choke again.

For the 3rd time tonight.

Yay me.

"I love Twenty-One Pilots!"
I all but screech, almost falling off my bed.

I hear him laugh.

"Really? You?"

I pause at the surprise in his voice.

"What's wrong with me liking Twenty-One Pilots?"
I demand.

"Nothing, nothing. You just sound like you listen to cheesy pop music."

I don't tell him that I do listen to cheesy pop music.

I do not tell him how stupid he is for calling pop music cheesy.

"I'm hanging up."
I threaten.

"You've only been saying that for the past hour and a half, Tiara."
He reminds me.

I grit my teeth.

"I suppose I should let you get some sleep. It's pretty late."
He adds quietly.

"What? No."
I complain.

"Aww, you like talking to me?"
He teases.

I blush.

Pfft.

No.

"I didn't say that."
I say awkwardly.

"Ouch."
He grumbles.

"I was just playing, Quincy."
I say softly.

"Can you...Can you explain to me how you look?"
He asks suddenly.

My throat is suddenly dry.

"Um. No."

He sighs.

"I want to know, Tiara. I'm just a little curious, that's all."
He says softly.

I look down, dread gnawing at my heart.

"I'm ugly."
I whisper, holding my pillow to my chest.

At least compared to you.

"Don't say that, sweetheart. You're not ug-"

"You don't know that."
I snap.

He doesn't say anything for a moment.

"Tiara."

"I have to go, Quincy."
I say.

"No, wait-"

I hang up, immediately regretting it.

Welp.

There goes my chance at having an attractive friend.

Of course he'd want to know what I look like.