Which Girl Do You Like?

ALANA

I was snacking on some deliciously unhealthy crisps, when I was reminded of contacting a girl for Knight for tomorrow. Sometimes you were put into seriously laughable situations in life.

I looked over the girls. They were all so pretty that I was having trouble choosing one. Deciding to make my life easier, I texted him.

Me: <insert five pictures> Which one do you like?

His reply came approximately half-an-hour later, during which I'd lost my patience only about ten times and considered throwing my phone against the wall. Sinking deeper into the couch, I opened his text.

Mean Person: None of them

Me: Seriously?

Mean Person: I don't like skinny girls

A whole lot offended, because hello, I was the living, breathing, definition of skinny, I huffed for approximately five minutes and then replied.

Me: Hm . . . good to know. What do you like then? I mean, what's your taste in women?

See? I had appeared composed and acted like I didn't even care about his opinions of me. Inside, my confidence was shattering a little, like a wall of ice on the edge of collapsing into a million dazzling pieces.

Mean Person: My taste in women?

I knew I never should've phrased it like that. He was probably reprimanding my grammar right about now. I could almost imagine the amused grin hanging off of those rosebud lips.

Flushing at the mere thought, I looked back down at the unread text.

Mean Person: You're asking as if I have had a long time to think about such things. I haven't, btw. I don't have a type and I definitely am not looking for a relationship.

Me: Somehow I'm having trouble believing that

Mean Person: What? Don't tell me you have this opinion that 'all men are the same'. We're not. And most of us have other more important things to do than focus on women.

Me: Why do I have a feeling I'm being lectured right now? Also, you're totally thinking this conversation your head, aren't you? I bet if you could use italics you would've

Me: Why do I have a feeling I'm being lectured right now? Also, you're totally thinking this conversation your head, right? I bet if you could use italics you would've been using them quite frequently.

Mean Person (urgh, I should definitely change his name, it's bothering me too much but I'm too lazy): You missed one little detail. I'm not only lecturing you, thinking this conversation in my head, using italics and whatever else you wrote that I totally can't remember, I'm also stomping my feet and throwing a fit.

A grin cracked my lips, my head dizzying from the joy dancing in my body, all the way to my fingertips. I was trying hard not to pay attention to the butterflies fluttering in my belly, but they were pretty obvious. I'd never realised this giddy feeling actually happened. Never knew your stomach could sink so low and your heart could beat so fast.

It was wrong.

It shouldn't be happening.

Alana never talked to boys.

Alana was not a little girl anymore.

ALANA, YOU STUPID LADY, GET TO THE POINT HERE!

Me: Ha ha. I laughed. Anyway, jokes aside, which one should I call for tomorrow?

Burak (yes, I changed his name and no I did not write Knight because I'm not dumb enough to risk so much and HELL NO I AM NOT CALLING HIM MR ANYTHING): Glad you find me so hilarious. Jokes literally seriously honestly aside, I don't like any one of them. Not one.

Me: Did you fall for Ayşe? Is that why you don't fancy such pretty girls?

Burak: I don't fancy anyone. Do you want me to spell it out for you? Gosh; Dad, Rees and now you. Why are you making my calm life hell?

Me: Maybe because the sea has been calm for far too long. It's time for some waves to hit the shore.

I stared at the three dots appearing and disappearing. Yes, I'd said something deep and yes, he'd understood it in a heartbeat.

Finally, after what felt like ages, he replied.

Burak: This sea already has too much on its plate without adding the drama of a stuck-up woman.

Me: Is the sea sad?

Burak: No, it's just tired and wants to sleep if the murky darkness from the other sea (who's a girl btw) stops showing him girls to marry. Did I mention against his will? I'm being forced here.

I giggled.

Me: Okay, fine. Go to sleep. I'll choose one myself. At 6 tomorrow?

Burak: Noooooooooo

Smirking evilly mostly because I was glad of his unenthusiastic response, I said what I assumed were the last words to be exchanged that night.

Me: When you find her, you'll be glad that you did, Burak.

Burak: It's Mr Enes for you

I rolled my eyes.