Taking chances

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The next time I saw Oli was at school. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed her until she noticed me. I had, once again, been thinking about her all day and night and, once again, had to go to the junkyard and whack my feelings away. It, once again, did not work. I sat through chemistry for less than half the period before I fell asleep again. Although it's not my fault the periodic table is more boring than watching paint dry.SO when my eyelids fell closed and my mind gently drifted off to the wonderland that is sleep, I was anything but disappointed. Once again, I woke to the feeling of those too-familiar fingers on my back. I was wearing a simple t-shirt today so I felt her fingers much more prominently than before with my baggy sweatshirt. The scent of honey and roses filled my nose as she pulled me back to reality."Not this again." She said. I got up trying not to think about the dream I had of Oli last night. I failed. My mind kept retreating back to the dream as if it were comforting. As if I wanted that. Even though I knew I did. Oli was giving me a ride because I slept through the bus departure. We walked to her car and she opened the door for me. My first flushed red as I hopped into the vehicle. We drove back to my house in silence. I desperately wanted to say something but I was so sure I would end up messing up so I decided against it. AS we came to a stop at my front door, I gathered my stuff and got ready to leave but...I needed to test if these feelings were real. Because if they were....I bit my lip and tossed my book bag into the back seat. A look of confusion spread over her face as she turned to face me again.

I stared at her trying to form a sentence. Trying to figure out what to say.

"Ale-"

"Do you remember when you came over on saturday and I said..that weird thing?"I managed to spit out, interrupting her in the process. Her face flushed cherry red as she slowly nodded her head. Ok Alex you can do this. It's easy..."C-could...could you do that again?"I asked quietly. Her face was unreadable."Uhm...why..?"She asked. God, I'm messing this up. Keep going..."Because..."I started"....because my head hurts."

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