retrac: I know I said we would talk tomorrow, but I just wondered if maybe you wanted to talk now?
Ava: Is everything okay?
retrac: yeah, I'm just bored really x
My chest pangs as soon as I see the kiss on the end of the message. Do we know each other enough to be able to progress that much further? After typing out a few possible answers, I decide to go with my first option.
Ava: Aw, well I can attempt to entertain you...? x
retrac: Hah, whatever it takes x ;)
It takes me a moment to think about my response. What is he expecting from me? A crappy joke like 'why did the chicken cross the road?' Probably not. I decide to result to a change of subject, and hope he doesn't notice.
Ava: So, how was your dinner? :)
retrac: it was good, but I'd prefer to sit here talking with you than arguing with my parents x
Ava: what do you argue about? x
retrac: stupid stuff, but mainly because I don't spend time with them etc. but I'd rather stay in my room and go on the internet x
retrac: internet is life eh? x
Ava: Internet is life. :P
retrac: so what are you doing on this fine evening? Going out on a date? x ;)
Ava: Pfft. I'd be lucky to get one!
retrac: yeah right, I bet you're beautiful<3
A heart?! The way my fingers hover above the keyboard, I'm lost for words. He doesn't even know me. How can he say that?
Ava: *blushes* um, thank you?
retrac: why aren't you so convinced? x
Ava: Because I'm not?
retrac: Prove it xx
At first, I notice the added kiss, and then what he's actually asking for. Proof? What does he mean by that? A photo, maybe? I search quickly through my photo albums, longing to find something that resembles mostly what I look like now, although I haven't taken any recent photos in the last year or so. I eventually agree on a photo of me in a lilac purple tank top, hair tied high in a bun, and my smile widening almost across the whole width of the page. I guess it isn't too bad, but it isn't my best photo either.
Ava: Here *attached photo*
Ava: I know, it's disgusting.
retrac: You're perfect.
I laugh. He can't really be serious. There is no way a 15 year old boy across the internet would be interested in me. They aren't even interested in me in real life at school. Something inside me doubts him for a second, but then I just laugh at myself for being stupid and think, he's just like me, another kid on the internet. What's the harm, anyway?