A Dizzy Story.

Chapter 5: Two Nerds inlove

Izabelle woke up with a rush of everything that happened last night. He was the first thing on her mind. She really wanted to text him, but it was only 8:30. She wait for him to text her, and when he did she nearly jumped out of her skin. "By the way because of last night I'm going to text you what I wish for at 11:11"  Izabelle couldnt help but smile, they basically had an inside joke. It was amazing. 

After about 6 more hours of the two nerds (yes Izabelle was classified as a nerd) texting an adorable conversation came up. 

Devon: It seems like we have been texting all day.

Izabelle: I'm pretty sure we have been.

Devon: Well it's been a pretty good day.

Izabelle: It has been an amazing day.

Devon: My day has been great I got to talk to you.

Izabelle: The best part of my day was talking to you.

Devon: Thank you I find texting you to be an equally enjoyable experience. 

 The way Devon talked made him seem so smart, and that was another one of Izabelle's many reasons why she liked him. He made her feel all happy inside, something she hadnt felt since her heart was broken the first time.

2 days after Izabelle had let her secret out, she took an even bigger step. It was a totally crazy move. She joked about it with her friends, none of them actually thought she would do it. Izabelle's friend Erika was over, and they where just messing around like normal teenage girls do.  Izabelle was obvioulsy texting Devon, they where talking about their 11:11 wishes from the previous night, and Devon was asking Izabelle what hers was. Izabelle was reaiding the messeges out loud to Erika, "My 11:11 wish was to have the courage to ask him out." Izabelle sheepishly told Erika. "Tell him that!" Erika suggested. Izabelle was just messing around, she typed out the text and showed Erika. When they stopped laughing about it, and looked down at the phone the text had sent!  It wasn't actually suppose to send, she was just messing around.  Izabelle's world came crashing down as she looked at what she had written:

Izabelle: My 11:11 wish was to have the courage to ask you out. but as we all know it would sound desperate.

Devon:  Desperate is a relative term. Meaning that everyone has their own opinion.

Izabelle: What's yours?

Devon: Desperate is asking out every guy in the entire school.

Izabelle had already dug herself to deep into this, there was no way she was getting out. She had to finish what she started.

Her heart was racing, her hands where trembling, and her mind was not thinking straight. She did it anyways, she closed her eyes and sent the text. This was it, she had gotten the courage to ask him out.  

Izabelle: I have the courage now. Will you go out with me? 

Devon: I will answer you tomorrow.