Rediscovering Us

It Can't Be Him, Can It?

Holy shit, it's Friday

I was not expecting to be this nervous, I don't know why I'm this nervous. I'm trying to focus on class, but all I can think about is that I'm going to see Dynamite's face tomorrow. He's probably really pretty.

Is pretty the right word? I mean, he's a guy. Would it be handsome? I honestly don't care, whatever the word is, I'm sure he is it.

I can't tell whether I'm more nervous or excited, like I'm going to see his face. He's going to see my face. What if he thinks I'm ugly? He wouldn't even outright say it, he'd just think it. What if he thinks I'm ugly but I never know because he's too nice to tell me?

Maybe I should focus on math.

Yeah, math.

But, when I look down at the worksheet, it's all gibberish. All I can hear coming from the teacher's mouth is gibberish. How am I supposed to focus on anything when the only thoughts flooding through my head are about tomorrow. I could try to listen to what the teacher's saying, but the words aren't making any sense.

In the end, I decide to just zone out and try to imagine what Dynamite might look like. I know he has blonde hair, he told me. And I know he's taller than me, but that's about it. I wonder what the colour of his eyes are, how long his hair is, is his hair curly or straight? Is he skinny or chubby? Is he muscular?

I make up several images in my head. A scrawny guy with curly blonde hair and blue eyes, a chubby buy with straight and flat blonde hair with green eyes, a skinny guy with spiky blonde hair and red eyes.

Shit. No. That's just because I looked at Kacchan when I was zoned out, obviously he doesn't look like Kacchan. I mean, what are the chances of that? It would be kind of cool though, knowing two people who look so similar, it'd be interesting...

Then the bell rings, which is probably for the best, because I'm not entirely sure where that train of thought may have lead.

Kacchan practically leaps out of his seat and out the door, his friends are all stood in confusion, along with most of the class. I probably would be too if I weren't doing the same thing.

I pull my phone out before even leaving the front doors, having to hide it from some of the stricter teachers. I can't help it though, I have to talk to my boyfriend.

Oh my god, I still can't believe I can say that. Boyfriend. Dynamite is my boyfriend.

I pretty quickly get a message from Dynamite, and I begin to read it as I walk out of the school doors.

K.Dynam!t3: "You excited for tomorrow?"

AllM!ght.l0ver: "That and nervous"

K.Dynam!t3: "I'm a bit nervous too, if I'm honest"

K.Dynam!t3: "But I can reveal first if it makes you feel better"

AllM!ght.l0ver: "You're so sweet, Dynamite :)"

K.Dynam!t3: "Yeah, yeah"

K.Dynam!t3: "Duh. You're my boyfriend"

AllM!ght.l0ver: "Boyfriend"

AllM!ght.l0ver: "That still feels strange to say"

K.Dynam!t3: "Get used to it"

AllM!ght.l0ver: "<3"

AllM!ght.l0ver: "You love me :D"

K.Dynam!t3: "Yes I do"

AllM!ght.l0ver: "I love you too"

K.Dynam!t3: "<3"

K.Dynam!t3: "You're so lovey-dovey"

AllM!ght.l0ver: "Obviously"