Three Days
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Three days.
Is it possible to fall in love in three days?
I guess there are cases where people have met and gotten married in less time, but rarely are they love matches. So I can't really count those cases.
I sigh and stare up at the ceiling. I should be finishing my homework, but I'm not. Luckily, it's an English paper, meaning it's something I could write thirty minutes before it's due. Which is most likely what I am going to have to do since I can't seem to focus on anything but the question: Have I fallen in love with someone I've only known for three days?
It doesn't seem possible. That's the kind of thing that's reserved to silly TV shows. And my life wasn't a TV show. If it were my love interest would be the girl, right? Definitely not the girl's boyfriend.
At the thought of him a mental image of Brad is conjured. He is smiling at me, a huge cheerful grin, as if he is happy to see me. It was the one he'd given me earlier today.
Heat covers my cheeks as I remember thinking he looks so handsome when he smiles and feel the tug of my mouth morph into my own smile as I react to him. Even the memory of it has me smiling.
Stop it. I scold myself. Daydreaming will only bring me trouble and I have plenty of that already without adding a steaming pile of doomed teenage romance drama on top of it.
Besides it's not as if he is in to me anyway.
As if the universe is going out of its way to prove me wrong, my phone chirps with a new text message. Reaching out to the bedside table where my phone lies charging I read the lock screen. The text is from Brad. My face warms as I swipe open the message.
U up 4 a lil fun ;)
I read it five more times trying to decode any hidden meanings of the winking icon before I think to respond.
Always
I inhale as seconds later Brad answers.
That's my boy. C u soon.
I wasn't sure which part I liked more. The promise of seeing Brad soon or that he'd called me his boy. Both made me feel special and stupidly hopeful that something interesting was going to happen tonight.