“u still up?” AJ’s text read.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself to respond. “Of course.”
Figuring that I had a little time before receiving another message from him, I jumped up off the bed and released myself from the dress that had become my personal prison all night. I hung it carelessly on the hook at the back of my bathroom door and walked to my dresser to get out a pair of pajamas. I snatched the shirt over my head, not being careful of my hair–do, then pulled the pants on and slid between the covers just as my phone began to vibrate again. Enjoying this way more than I should’ve been, I picked the phone up off the comforter and opened his message.
“Did u have fun 2nite?”He asked.
“As much as can b expected…considering.”
I took advantage of the brief intermission between messages to grab my scarf from the bathroom and tied it around my hair before climbing back into bed to wait.
“Considering what?”He asked.
I didn’t really want to tell him about my dress issue. “I had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction.”
“?”
“Don’t really wanna say,”I replied.
“Promise I won’t laugh.”
I hesitated, but decided to let him in on the joke. For some reason I couldn’t seem to bring myself to tell him no. “My dress was 2 tight 2 dance! Happy?”
“LOL”
“That counts as a laugh,” I replied, laughing myself.
“Sorry”
I was desperate to change the subject.“Congrats on ur win.”
“Thanks. But it doesn’t mean n-e-thing.”He replied.
“Sure it does. Means people thought u deserved it”
“I guess. What r u doing?”He asked, quickly changing the subject again.
“Sitting in bed txt’n u. what r u doing?”
“Same…and thinking.”
Curiosity forced me to pry. “What about?” I asked.
He replied without hesitation, “U.”
I wasn’t quite sure how to respond, so I simply said,“What about me?”
“Lots of stuff.” He replied.
“Like?”
“Why u wanna know?”
I smiled to myself. “Told u about the dress. U owe me,” I responded.
“Trying to figure out y u were staring @ me 2nite,” he stated plainly. I didn’t see that coming. He’d flipped the script and put me in the hot seat.
I knew he’d caught me, but I didn’t expect for him to bring it back up. I had to think quickly. “Bcuz the red-head was…entertaining.”
“LOL…mildly.”
“U seemed entertained to me.”
“Just killing time,”he replied.
“suuuurrrreeee…..”
“Well, maybe if ur dress wasn’t so tight, u coulda come out there with me and showed her how it’s done,”he joked.
“Not nice.”
“Joking……but it was tight tho. I think I could see ur belly button,”he teased, bringing a smile to my face. I exhaled and stared at our conversation on my phone. I’m not exactly sure what I expected him to be like, but I know I didn’t expect for him to be like this. Most guys who look the way he does, generally don’t have much personality because they tend to get what they want based on looks alone. But AJ? He was surprisingly easy to talk to and he seemed to have a good sense of humor.
“It wasn’t that bad!!!!!” I insisted.
“Never said it was bad,“ he replied, which sent my mind adrift as I wondered what he meant by that.
“Does that mean you likedit?” Why am I flirting with him?