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Chapter 38

Don't you just love when things get awkward? I love it. Don't judge me.

Well I mean, I guess you can judge me when awkward is completely blissful. It's so amazing that it's hard to describe to other and it's just... Heart fluttering? Yes, completely and absolutely heart fluttering.

School had started up again and me and Mathew had all of our classes together, just like last year. We weren't dating yet, I told him I wanted to be his best friend before anything else.

We flirted with each other of course.

He's the best thing I've ever had in my grasp and I never want to lose him again, which is why I want us to be friends.

Now he stilled called me Sweet Thing like how he used to all the time. He came over a lot, both of us watched movies and football games. I sure wasn't complaining.

Everyday day we texted and he would tell me he loved me before I fell asleep. I couldn't say it back. Not yet at least. I did love him but.. It's strange to think that every time I say I love something it disappears or strays away. I need to be careful with that word.

In Mrs. Francis's class I dropped my pencil and I bent down to pick it up. Well, classic, I guess Mathew was going to pick it up as well, considering our hands brushed and butterflies attacked my stomach as my cheeks heated up into a blush.

He handed me the pencil, staring into my eyes and a soft smile was formed on his cheeks. This boy was so amazing and I couldn't wait to, hopefully, spend my life with him.

"Mary Anne." He whispers, not looking away from my eyes for one second.

"Yes, Mathew?" I whispered back, dimples sticking out of my cheeks and he chuckled lowly.

"May I kiss you Sweet thing?" He asks and I nod, faces already close and our lips touching. And in that moment sparks flared and warmness filled me throughout my entire being, I know completely that I will love this boy for as long as I live.