Adorable Confusion

Chapter 7

I start walking to Mr. Billeck's room, in hopes I'll see Niall along the way.

I keep walking, every couple seconds looking back, but still no Niall.

Now, I know Niall's home room is in the basement, so maybe he's just running a little late like he used to.

I finally get to Mr. Billeck's room, and I wait for him to finish talking with some kid before I ask him if Niall's here yet.

"Yep, he's already in the green screen room, dear." He says quickly, before rushing over to talk to another student.

This room is so crowded. With seniors, I'm assuming; because they're not in my grade, and they're too older looking to be lower class men.

I walk out of his room and down the hall a couple yards until I reach the green screen room.

I open the door and walk in, immediately seeing Niall towards the back, on his knees, setting up the camera.

"Hey." I say, to let him know I'm here.

He's wearing the same exact outfit as yesterday.

Same faded red sweatshirt.

Same jeans.

Same shoes.

"Hey." He says, looking up at me.

"How long have you been here?" I ask, curious.

"Not too long. Probably five minutes."

Aw. I left him waiting for five minutes?

Poor baby.

He's so fricking adorable.

"So, why'd you wanna redo the video? I thought it went okay...right?" I ask, walking a little closer to him.

I'm now standing right near him, about two or so feet away, and he's still on the ground with the camera.

"I forgot to film it with the props, and you were talking so monotone." He says simply.

"Umm...'Kay." I say, walking over to the counter, putting my books and purse down on it, and walking back over to Niall.

I take a seat on the floor about a foot away from him, and look into the prop box.

"What props are you talking about?" I can't help but start laughing.

"What?"

"These aren't props, this is a piece of paper...and a pencil..." I name each pathetic object as I take them one by one out of the box.

He smiles, "well, you know what!"

We both start laughing.

"If you needed good props, you could've just asked me to bring some. I got a lot of crap at my house." I say to him.

"Do you have A Kleenex box, a microphone, a cracked phone, a steering wheel and another girl to be the mother? Cause that's what I need to make this work."

"Well, first of all, yes, I have a microphone, a cracked phone, and a Kleenex box at home. I could've brought this stuff in today if you woulda told me you needed them."

He just stares at me like a weirdo.

We're both sitting in a sort of kneeling position facing each other.

I look down at my thighs, and realize my shorts are riding up, and i look like a slut. So I quickly adjust them so I look...decent.

He watches me as I do that, which gives me butterflies.

"And seriously, you couldn't find another girl to be the mother?" I ask, teasing.

"I don't have many girl friends as it is, and the ones I have are either too busy, or just don't wanna be in it." He tells me.

"I could ask my friend if she wants to be in it...but she's a junior." I say.

"Okay, i mean, I don't really care what grade she's in.." Niall starts, getting some attitude in there.

"Ok, just letting ya know." I say. Geez that kid needs to cool it.

"So, do you want me to ask her?" I ask, trying to confirm and make this clear so I don't show up with her for no reason.

"Yea, and thanks." He says, adjusting himself, and getting a little bit closer to me.

"No problem. I like helping my friends." I smile, but not a full smile showing teeth, just my lips are smiling.

"Are we friends?" He asks it in a way where it seems like he actually means- 'we're not even friends'.

My heart drops.

"Look, I can understand if you don't like me the same way I like you, but I'm not gonna be okay if you tell me we....can't....if..we can't..." I fade off, looking up at him. He's looking down at me with his sad blue eyes.

My heart starts beating so damn fast.

But it's just the same thing over and over again; I let him in my heart, then he just breaks it without any warning.

I shouldn't expect some big emotional scene from him.

Actually, that's the last thing I should be expecting.

But before I realize what's even happening, he quickly leans down and catches me completely off guard by touching his lips to mine.

I'm at a mix of emotions right now.

Happy, confused, and amused; it's obvious he doesn't know how to kiss properly.

His wet lips are pressed against mine for what seems like an entire minute.

I can feel some of the little hairs that are growing right above his lip, with the top of my upper lip.

This moment is all I've ever wanted ever since I started liking him; but it doesn't really feel as magical as I'd always hoped.

I break away from the kiss after i decided it went on too long.

"What was that?" I ask softly, looking up at him.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" He responds, resting his hand on the ground right next to my knee.