It was Friday, and the school was buzzing with activity as everyone was busy with preparations for the upcoming cultural festival. Our class was working on decorations, transforming the room into a cosplay café, while I found myself with Mei, rehearsing our lines for the Romeo and Juliet play.
As we went over the script, I couldn't help but feel the awkwardness that had been lingering between us since the previous week's incident. But now, with the festival approaching, everything felt more intense.
"You’re doing fine," I said, trying to encourage her. "Just remember to slow down during the balcony scene."
Mei looked at me and nodded, her expression a mix of concentration and something else—something I couldn’t quite place.
As the day turned into evening, our class stayed behind to decorate until nearly midnight. Mei and I, exhausted but not quite ready to call it a night, decided to take a walk around the school. Everywhere we went, students were busy finishing their projects. The energy was contagious, and we couldn’t help but smile as we passed by various rooms filled with different themes.
“So, what do you think of the decorations so far?” I asked, trying to break the silence as we strolled through the dimly lit hallways.
Mei glanced around and smiled. “They’re impressive. Our class really put in a lot of effort this year.”
“I can’t believe some students are actually staying the night to finish everything,” I said, shaking my head.
She chuckled softly. “Yeah, it’s a big deal. This festival… everyone’s really into it.”
We walked in silence for a few moments, both of us lost in our thoughts. As we passed by another classroom, filled with students painting banners, Mei spoke again.
“Do you… ever get nervous about things like this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I glanced at her. “Like the festival?”
She nodded, but there was something deeper in her eyes. “Yeah… and other things.”
I swallowed, feeling the weight of her words. “Yeah, I do. Especially when it’s something important.”
She gave me a small, thoughtful smile, and we continued walking in silence, each of us knowing there was more on our minds than we were letting on.
The next day, Saturday, was a blur of last-minute rehearsals and finishing touches on the decorations. As we practiced our lines for Romeo and Juliet, my mind kept wandering. Not to the play, but to Mei—and what I had planned to do after the festival.
I couldn’t help but overthink it. Confessing my feelings to her… it was all I could think about. Every scenario played out in my mind—what if I mess up? What if she doesn’t feel the same? I had to time it perfectly, but the more I thought about it, the more nervous I got.
As I glanced over at Mei, who was focused on her lines, I wondered if she was thinking about the same thing. She was quieter than usual, and I could feel the tension building.
Mei’s POV
As we rehearsed, I tried my best to stay focused on the play. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Levi. The festival was just a few days away, and I knew what was coming—I was going to confess my feelings to him.
The thought made me incredibly anxious. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I mess it all up? I could feel my stomach tighten every time I imagined it.
I glanced at Levi, who was working on the script, and I wondered if he could tell how nervous I was. I sighed, shaking my head slightly. I had to stop overthinking this, but it was so hard.
Levi’s POV
The day wore on, and the rehearsal continued, but my mind was still stuck on my upcoming confession. Should I tell her after the play? During the festival? I had to find the right moment, but what if the right moment never came?
I noticed Mei was stealing glances at me, and I wondered if she was feeling the same way. She looked tense, as if she had a lot on her mind. I wanted to ask her about it, but I didn’t want to risk giving away my own feelings just yet.
Mei’s POV
The more we rehearsed, the more nervous I became. I wanted to tell Levi how I felt, but the timing had to be perfect. I couldn’t rush it. But every time I thought about it, my nerves got the better of me.
I took a deep breath and glanced at Levi again. This was going to be harder than I thought.
Levi’s POV
After rehearsal, the class continued working on the final touches for the festival. It was almost midnight when we decided to call it a night. As Mei and I walked around the school again, checking on the other students who were still working, the tension between us was undeniable.
But neither of us spoke about it. We just walked in silence, knowing that soon, everything would change.
Both of us spent the rest of Saturday overthinking. Mei, lost in her own worries about how to confess to me, and me, caught up in the same doubts. Sunday would be the rest day, but that wouldn’t calm my nerves.
By the time the festival finally arrived, the anticipation was almost too much to bear. Would I really be able to tell Mei how I felt? Or would I let my doubts get the better of me?
Only time would tell.
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You And I
RomanceLevi's life was ordinary-school, friends, and the quiet rhythm of everyday life. That is, until he met Mei, a mysterious girl who quickly became the center of his world. Their relationship blossomed, and for the first time, Levi felt like he had fou...
