Bisi watched Aisha raid her closet as she silently sat on the bed. She couldn't believe the same Aisha she had countlessly been mean or aloof with was willingly in her room, helping her pick an outfit for the hang out.
"Why are you so quiet?", Aisha laughed, glancing back at her.
Bisi blinked. "What am I supposed to say?"
Aisha smiled at her. "We can try making conversation"
Bisi grimaced in reply. "What do you want to talk about?"
Aisha turned back to Bisi's clothes, this time with a thoughtful look on her face.
She picked up a blue cardigan and a devious smirk made its way to her lips. "How about Michael?"
"Michael?", Bisi sounded genuinely surprised. "What about him?"
Aisha scoffed, turning towards her with narrowed eyes and a knowing smirk. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed he likes you"
It was Bisi's turn to scoff out a laugh. "Oh please! Michael? Never!"
Aisha's eyes widened and she threw the cardigan in Bisi's face. "Shh! Michael is outside! Don't let him hear we're talking about him!"
Bisi held the cardigan in her hands. "Right...Oh, I like this cardigan"
"Great!", Aisha said, picking up a black pair of bell-bottom jeans. "You'll pair it with this"
"Okay", she received the jeans.
"Now for shoes...", Aisha began looking through her shoes. "I can't believe you don't know Michael likes you. He's like so obvious about it!"
Bisi rolled her eyes uninterestedly. "Isn't he dating Amarachi? There's no way i want to be her target"
Aisha scoffed. "He does not like Amarachi. He finds her so annoying...like any other sane person"
"It doesn't matter. If Amarachi has her eyes on him, he'd better not like me", Bisi replied.
"Oh my gosh, why do you let Amarachi bully you? She's so powerless", Aisha said. "She can't do anything to you if you like Michael"
"I don't like Michael", Bisi instantly shot back. "Amarachi can have him"
Aisha raised her brow at Bisi. "That's not true. I know you like him back"
Bisi laughed. "In what universe? You crack me up. Michael isn't my type"
"What's your type then?", Aisha asked.
Bisi's words stuck in her throat.
What even was her type of guy?
That was a question she hadn't thought about before.
She thought about her past crushes. What did they have in common?
They had lighter skin but not bleached. Most of them were tall and lanky and they all were neat freaks.
Was that her type?
But Michael wasn't like her past crushes. He wasn't light like they were, he wasn't really dark either. He had smooth, brown skin and curly hair that looked soft and silky.
He was tall and had an athlete's build. And his most unique feature was his light brown eyes that almost looked hazel in the sun.
That was what Bisi liked most about him.
Wait. Like most? Who was she kidding? She didn't like Michael!
She looked back at Aisha with an annoyed pout."I don't have a type"
Aisha tilted her head to the side. " You don't have a type but you know that Michael isn't your type? You're just proving me right that you do have a crush on Michael"
Bisi's cheeks flushed. "Stop saying that!"
Aisha grinned at her mischievously. "You have a crush on Michael-"
Aisha didn't get to finish as a pillow met her face with enough force to make her take a tumble.
She got back up with a dropped jaw and raised, surprised brows. "Did you just fling a pillow at me?"
Bisi had tried to keep her cool but the way Aisha had fallen back was hilarious. She put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh.
"Serves you right!"
Aisha picked up one of the clothes hanging around, rolled it into a ball and threw it back at Bisi.
She put up her hands to block the attack and burst out laughing in the process. "You should see the look on your face! You look flabbergasted"
"How won't I be? You hit me in the face with a pillow!", Aisha kept on throwing clothes at Bisi, earning even more laughter from Bisi.
"Because you were being annoying!", Bisi laughed, grabbing a second pillow and fending off the clothes as she began hitting Aisha again.
"Oh my heavens, you're still hitting me!", Aisha sounded bewildered as she began to giggle as well.
"Oya if you stop hitting me, I'll stop hitting you", Bisi offered, using the pillow as a shield from the series of clothes Aisha was hurling at her.
"Then admit you like Michael!", Aisha yelled.
"Stop yelling, this girl!", Bisi was about to attack Aisha with the pillow again when someone barged in.
The door to Bisi's room slammed open and the culprit stood at the door.
It was Tobi.
"Look at your room!", was the first thing he yelled when his eyes glazed over the perimeter of the room.
Bisi glared at him. "Can you knock?"
"The boy in the living room said you're going to a party. Did you ask mummy? Did you tell daddy?", Tobi glared right back at her.
"Just let me go. Can't you cover for me again?"
"Cover for you for what?", Tobi snapped at her. "And since when do people like you enough to invite you to a party?"
Bisi's eyes flared in anger. "Aren't you even supposed to be with Joshua? What're you doing here?"
Tobi was about to snap at her again when Aisha interrupted him. He finally looked at her for the first time.
"Tobi, I'm the one who invited Bisi to the party. It won't be a late party. We'll be back very early in the evening", she explained. "Please let her go"
Tobi's eyes were fixed on Aisha for the longest of seconds before he seemed to realize he was staring.
He looked back at Bisi and glared. "You better be back early"
He turned around and glared Michael, who had been directly behind him, down. "You! You're the boy here. If you don't make sure my sister and her friend return safely home, I'll find you"
Michael raised his hands. "Don't worry"
Tobi turned back to Bisi, looking over her room again. "Because you're looking for an outfit to wear, you've destroyed your room. Be a normal teen and have a fashion sense, you refused"
He turned and began walking away. "You have work when you come back"
"Thankyou, Tobi!", Aisha smiled and waved at him happily. Tobi glanced back briefly before quickly walking away.
"Mumu", Bisi glared after him, muttering under her breath.
Michael sighed, texting on his phone. "Can we get going? Amarachi has been texting me none stop"
Aisha stood up and walked to the door. "Give us two minutes"
"Wait-"
Slam!
Aisha shut the door in his face.
She turned to Bisi with a wide smile. "Let's get you dressed!"