── hünnap .✦
@jimtale
pes edeyim deme—
yolun daha var
Şu anda okuduğu kitaplar
sapsal bu cocuk ya
When I was in front of him, I reached out, running my finger along the spine of the book on top of the pile. There they were, one on top of the other. A stack of book club picks, all with creased spines, some bristling with crowns of sticky notes. I wondered absently if Jake was the type of person to annotate as he read.
Jake seemed to be holding his breath.
‘When did you read these?’ I asked.
‘When you told me about them,’ he said.
amalia aka ceket hırsızı
‘How many jackets do you have on this chair?’ she asked. Then: ‘Is this my leather jacket?'
‘Maybe,’ I muttered.
I heard the whump of fabric being lifted and sifted through. ‘Is this Kasun’s jacket? From that beach party? And this is Jake’s, right?’
‘Maybe,’ I muttered again.
‘You are such a little thief,’ Mae said, sounding impressed.
bu kiz benden cok overthink eyliyor
It made me rethink all of our interactions.
He had said he liked my company, but was it my company he liked, or my mess?
What did he say after he had witnessed me attempt to set up Mae and Kasun at his sister’s house?
Oh, yeah.
Thanks for being entertaining.
I had thought he had meant our conversations. I had thought he had meant it had been … fun. That we’d had fun. Maybe I had got it all wrong. Maybe it had only been fun to see me try to set my best friend up with my crush. Maybe I was only fun when I was a slow-motion emotional train wreck.
NE TURKISH MI
Jake
Your priest was close.
Amalia
About what?
Jake
My name. I dont know if you know but im part Turkish. My parents were tossing up between Western and Arabic spelling of my name when I was born. It was almost Yaqub on my birth certificate.
ben senden cok hoslaniyorum.
It didn’t take long to work out that I was very bad at the game. My hand-eye coordination had never been good, and the combination of alcohol and yelling people didn’t make it any better. At some point, when I found myself staring down the barrel of yet another mystery cup, I felt the drink gently but firmly pried from my hand.
I looked over in time to see Jake drink the alcohol meant for me, throwing up a middle finger at the sound of boos. Then he leaned in towards me, his breath warm against the side of my neck, smelling faintly of cider.
‘You want to take a break, Book Club?’ he asked quietly.