I Like You (Christian Novelli)

I Like You

Hello there. I don't really know about this but I just thought aw this would be a really cute fanfic. Imma type it out but I probably wont actually post this so I'm basically talking to myself. Have a good day sir or ma'am.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" I asked the boy with dark hair, now laying on the ground.

I can explain. See, I went to this Man Overboard concert with my friend, Demi. We were walking back from the merch table and I accidentally hit this guy in the face. He fell to the ground, quickly, and I panicked of course. I was sitting on my knees, on the ground shaking him, begging him to wake up. I cant just hurt him and leave him there. But that's just common sense.

"Okay, um, Let's move him to that table" I spoke to Demi.

There was one lonely table with a padded bench in the corner. 

"Alright, Pastel"

I tried to lift him on my own but as I stood up, and pulled on the boys' arms, I fell back down, "I could use some help down here." With a defeated expression on my face, I blew a piece of hair out of my face.

"Well, excuse me. You could've asked sooner," She grabbed his legs, while I held his arms. We sat him on the bench, his head resting on the table.

"Ill go ask for some ice. Stay put?" She gave me a questioning look. 

I just nodded and sat by the boy.  I laid his head back on the back of the bench. So it wouldn't hurt as much when he awoke. I really hope he's okay. In reality, we should have called an ambulance or something. But I don't think I hit him THAT hard. Demi soon came back with a bag of ice. I had no idea where she got it but well it is ice. I pressed it firmly against his head.

"You can go back to your spot" I told Demi who was only watching the stage.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course" I assured her.

She shrugged and went to her spot. I watched from the table. I couldn't see much but I could hear the music blasting from the speakers. I laid my head on his chest as my arm started to get tired. Kinda awkward but you know he's pretty unconscious. Maybe if I talked to him I'd feel better, even if he couldn't hear me. 

"Um hi, you probably cant hear me but I'm Pastel" 

Nothing but breathes of air came from him.

"Uh Im really sorry I knocked you out, I didn't mean to"

Nothing.

"This concert has been really good so far. I hope you don't miss it all because of some idiot who wasn't paying attention"

Still nothing. I felt like I was expecting him to reply but I really knew he wouldn't.

"You seem like cool dude" I laughed at myself for a moment.

"Are you ...talking to yourself?" A woman asked as she stepped past the table.

"No, I was talking to.." Actually I kind of was, "Um yeah"

She gave me a dirty look and walked away. I talked to myself all the time anyway. This was basically no different. I hugged him tighter. 

"Please wake up," I begged.

I set the ice down on the table, as it had already melted. I kept my head pressed against his chest. I was actually starting to fall asleep, so I hadn't really thought about sitting up.

"..Uhh hello" The boy mumbled, quietly.

I realized he was probably very confused, and taken aback. I sat up quickly. I think I just made a terrible first impression. Here I am, A stranger to him, laying on his chest while he's unconscious. 

"Oh no. I'm so sorry, this probably seems really creepy" The words jumbled out of my mouth. 

He looked around for a moment,"...What happened?" Half out of it, he rubbed his eyes.

"I may or may not have accidentally hit you in the face and knocked you out" I smiled, innocently.

He half-smiled back. He stared at the stage for a bit.

"You're at a Man Overboard concert" I spoke.

He thought a little bit more,"Oh yeah. I think I remember" 

I smiled, "Does your head feel okay?"

"Actually, it feels fine" He rubbed the back of his head,"I-I'm Christian" He held his hand out for me.

I shook it, "I'm Pastel"

Why does everything I do get awkward so fast? Thank god Demi came back to the table.

"Come on Pastel and-" Her voice trailed off as she pointed to Christian.

"Christian" I spoke for him.

"Come on!" She said again.

Christian glanced at me and got up. I stood from the seat and stretched. We followed Demi, as we made our way back to our spots near the back. We had better spots before, but they were still pretty good. 

"There's only a few songs left" Demi Shrugged.

"I'm sorry" I spoke to Christian.

"It's fine. No big deal" He smiled as reassurance, "Thanks for-"

I interrupted this, "Not playing hit 'n run?"

"That," Christian started, "And the company."

The music continued playing, and I was having a great time. The song 'I Like You" started playing. This song was my favorite so obviously I went a bit crazy. They both had to calm me down. Demi was angry but Christian only laughed. Demi easily ended up pushing me down and walking away, acting like she didn't know me. She always does this at concerts though. Or something like it. She doesn't come back to our hotel room until way later in the night and shes drunk off her ass. Christian grabbed my hands. I laughed as he helped me back up, just as Nik sang the last line of the song. He had a really cute face.

Wait that sounded creepy. Unfortunately, that was the last song. People rushed back to the merch table. We rushed out of the way to avoid being trampled. But when they passed I realized Christian was no longer standing by me. He was swept away with the crowd. I won't lie I looked for him for awhile after the concert, but I just couldn't find him. What if that was the last time I ever saw him? I didn't even know his last name. There was no way I could find him.