Written In The Stars

Chapter Eleven ~ Like Like

I sit at my desk, a bunch of crumpled papers surrounding me. I've been trying to write this goddamn letter for two hours. I just can't seem to get it right. I pick up my pencil and try again.

Clay,

I need to tell you something...

I know we've been friends for a while and you probably won't feel the same and if you don't want to be friends with me anymore I completely understand! But I need to tell you. I want to be honest with you and tell you everything.

I really like you... Like, like like you. I could even say I love you. If you don't feel the same way I completely understand.

Oliver

"Okay, I think that's good!" I smile, holding up my masterpiece. "Now... When do I give it to him? Maybe tomorrow at lunch?" I think aloud.

Tomorrow comes around faster than I would have liked. I slowly get ready for school and walk out the door, the letter in my bag. I meet up with LouLou before Clay gets to the school. "I have the letter in my bag. I'm gonna give it to him today." I whisper, looking around. "Let me read it!" LouLou exclaims. I pull the letter out of my bag and hand it to Lou. She reads it quickly and hands it back to me. "It looks okay, I mean it could've been cuter but it's fine!" She smiles. Suddenly Clay comes into sight. I zip my bag quickly and put it back on my back. "Hey!" I smile, once Clay is in earshot. "Hello!" Clay half smiles.

We head inside and LouLou separates from our small group. Clay and I continue walking to our class. Entering the classroom, me and Clay take our seats. Class goes by like normally and soon enough lunch rolls around. I walk into the lunchroom with LouLou and when we get to our normal table I whisper in Clay's ear, "Will you come with me real quick?" Clay nods suspiciously and stands up. We walk into the boys bathroom and, thankfully, no one else is in there.

I pull the letter out of my bag and hand it to Clay, taking a deep breath. Clay reads it, then rereads it to make sure he got it right. "Wait so you- you like me?" He asks, looking up from the paper and making eye contact with me. "Yes." I say softly.