Language (A Gerita Fanfic){{ON HOLD}}

Foreshadowing

I couldn't do it. I was too nervous. God, what an idiot. Why did he have to make me feel so many feelings? When I was around him, my stomach twisted into knots and my face got all hot. It was undeniable that I had a huge crush on him.

Why can't you just ask him? It's not that hard! What's the worst he could say? No?

My thoughts screamed at me to ask him, yet I still couldn't do it. I was afraid he would think I was weird or gross or something else. His eyes seemed kind and inviting, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that he would think less of me.

"You know what? N-nevermind. It was a stupid question anyway," I stammered.

"N-no... you should tell me. I don't care if it's a stupid question. Honest!"

"No, no. It's not important," I assured him. It was kind of important, but it could wait until I became better friends with him. That way, I could increase the chances of him accepting it.

"Oh, well about the project..."

I tuned him out from there. I didn't want to talk about stupid project shit. He was smart. He could do the thing himself. It was kind of a mean thing to think, but with my luck, I would just make the project worse. I would probably mess it up like I do with everything else. Maybe it was a good thing that I was going to make him do all the work.

Once he finishes this project talk, I should invite him to spend the night. That way, I can improve our relationship.

Him talking about the project was boring as hell. I pretended to listen to him, but I was actually just paying attention to the way his lips moved. He was just so beautiful.

"... and that about sums it up," he concluded.

"Sounds good to me!" I replied, even though I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Alright then. I should probably get going. I mean, I'm sure you don't wanna keep me around that much longer."

"A-actually, I would love to spend some time with you!" I blurted.

Fuck, that was stupid. Spend some time with him? What are you, a married couple?! Ugh! I swear to God, Feliciano. He's not gonna like you if you keep acting up like this. Not even as a friend.

"Really?"

He looked surprised, and he had a slight pink coloring to his cheeks.

"Y-yeah! It'll be fun! We could have a sleepover, just like I promised when I first met you, remember?"

"S-sure, I guess. It sounds like fun," He said.

He even smiled when he said it. It wasn't a fake smile either. He actually smiled an honest-to-god smile. And let me tell you, it was glorious. Making him smile made me feel important. It made me feel accomplished. It made me feel... loved.

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A/N

A short chapter, but It was pretty important I guess. I liked this chapter. ok. ok.

~Olivia