This IS a love story<3

Chapter 2

            We settle in on her bed, I'm in the corner sitting up stiffly trying my very hardest not to get sauce on her quilt. She seems as if she hasn't got a care in the world. Flinching at her every careless move I worry the fresh floral sheets will become stained and it will be one of those awkward moments like in primary school when your friend is getting yelled at and you just sit in the background listening with no clue where to even look. Looking into her eyes I can't help but think about kissing her, I can't help but wish we were together and this was some romantic moment where I get lost in her eyes and she is just talking and noticed I wasn't focused on the words and casually asks what's wrong and I answer the question with the shake of my head and a kiss. Then I snap back into reality. We continue to eat and share our meals and she stops eating for a moment and just looks at me. Breaking the silence she says
            "Your eyes are so pretty you know that? I'm sure people tell you that all the time right but it's true, they are beautiful." she notices me blushing and smiles. "You aren't used to getting compliments are you?" I can see her panic as this sentence leaves her mouth. "I mean uh.. I'm sure people compliment you all the time you're so pretty so why wouldn't they but you um, you blushed so I just assumed you didn't get a lot of them so you don't know how to handle them right? But that's crazy I mean—"
   "You think i'm pretty?" I stop her from rambling again. I'm beginning to think that maybe she isn't straight after all. Noticing her cheeks go bright red instead of pink I say "Thank you though, about my eyes. People do compliment them a lot and trust me I handle it better than I just did. It was just, it meant more coming from you I guess." This time it's me who is rambling. Shutting me up she grabs my hand and says
            "You are so welcome" fuck. I'm falling for this girl. There is no way I'm getting out of this heartbreak free. This is going to hurt like a son of a bitch. The rest of the night we watch conspiracy theory videos and argue about the different possibilities. We watch videos on the Mandela effect, arguing whether or not curious George had a tail and if it is Flinstones or Flintstones and we make jokes about flat earth theorists. We even laugh about Larry theories and how much they are reaching but ultimately agree they would be cute together.   Our time is cut short by my mother calling non-stop asking when I'm going to be home and the moment I've been dreading all night finally comes. It is time for me to leave and for the best night of my pathetic life so far, to end.
            "I have to go my mom is calling me and if I ask to stay longer trust me you won't see me outside of school ever again" I'm not joking when I say this, my mother will never let me out of the house ever again.
            "Ok well at least let me walk you home? We have to spend as much time together as possible and this way we can" How sweet is she. "Just give me a minute to change because I'm still in school clothes and I am getting in bed as soon as I get home because it will be cold and I am tired." I begin to feel guilty for making her walk home with me, I don't want to burden her. 

           "Are you sure you don't want to just stay home? It'll be dark soon I don't want to keep you up or anything" 

            "Don't be silly I would stay up all night for you" there is an awkward silence broken by her saying "besides, I'm not letting you walk home in the dark. If it makes you feel better I can get my brother to pick me up on his way home from work. Effortlessly, she throws on grey sweatpants and a baby pink oversized jumper, slips into her sneakers and we go downstairs. Waving goodbye to her mom, we walk out the door. 

            On the way to my house, I walk slower than usual to drag it out. Brushing up against each other multiple times I have the urge to hold her hand but I know that will be awkward or at least I thought it would. Our arms collide for the fourth time in less than five minutes, that can't be accidental. It's as if she read my mind because all I could think about was grabbing her hand and squeezing it tightly but she beats me to it. Holding my hand firmly I look over at her and she looks like she is about to pass out of nerves. I feel her loosen her grip so I hold on tighter. I need her to know I want her to be holding my hand, I need her to know it's ok. Walking ahead of her still holding on I begin to skip and she joins me. As I spin her around, we waltz along the empty road as if we were dancing at a ball, we courtesy and I see a sparkle in her eyes. My house is in close view and Valerie runs up to the picket fence and roses and she lights up.