word count: 381

summary ↬ a teen girl meets the guy she once flirted with over text only to find a grimacing surprise..

AMEERAH FACED KELLY with eyes holding hope, and anticipation, but mainly, uncertainty. Sure, she'd spoken to him, via text of course, and seen his pictures thanks to the gift that was snapchat. He'd grown too giddy, seemingly, with her own full-faced images and upon sending his own, she grimaced only slightly.

She hadn't meant to. She wasn't a shallow person, after all. But objectivity was what she held close more than anything. And most of all, she wasn't that desperate for a boyfriend.

Her peripheral vision revealed thick brown tufts of hair, everso much out of place and definitely not in an attractive manner.

She kept her eyes on Kelly.

She was nattering on as usual, sure. But it was so much better than facing a harsher truth. That the boy she'd imagined in her head wasn't the same as the one standing before her.

She stalked his social media once or twice. Or thrice, even, watching the odd story or two. He had a habit of revealing his genuine personality through memes and stupid videos. Something Ameerah had decided, under her breath, as rather icky. Not everyone in the world needed to know that. How awkward he could truly be in person, despite her finding it somewhat cute over text.

However, once his weight could be felt with a dip in the soft couch, that's when she knew deep down that she had to face the reality of the deep, deep hole she'd dug herself.

She couldn't put into words what she felt the moment she let her eyes wander and linger.

Her stomach dropped. Yes, prior, she did not know what to call it. Now, she could.

She was absolutely mortified. She wanted to unzip her skin and wring it dry of any form of attraction she felt toward him. What made matters worse, was his sweet nature. No wonder.

She had no idea what to pity more. Flashes of his rumpled, horribly unironed shirt, hand-sewn slacks that were far too high up his waist (over his belly button) or the thick fold of the skin of his neck thanks to the atrocity that was his posture as he sat washed over her disobedient memory while she ran to the toilets.

"Meera!" Kelly whispered.

"He could hear you."

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author's note

helppppp exams are truly kicking ma booty rn