It was awkward for several days. Austin and I didn't talk for almost a week, and in that week I spent a lot of time thinking. There was obviously chemistry, why didn't he see that? I wished he would stop being immature and come forward to talk to me. I wanted to get it out of my head. I called Pistachio, my yellow lab puppy, and let him jump up on me. "Wanna go for a walk?" I cooed. I walked towards our porch, where Pistachio's blue and green striped leash was hanging on a nail. Attaching it to his matching collar, I began to walk down the sidewalk. I saw Austin on his porch, reading a book. He looked up when I walked by and nodded at me. I smiled sadly. I wished I had the courage to say something, but I didn't. After I was a few feet away from his house, I heard footsteps coming behind me, getting louder as they got closer. Turning around, I saw Austin. He looked nervous, but he managed to say what he wanted to say...
"I'm really sorry I kissed you. It felt like a good time to, we were alone, and it just seemed like it was meant to happen. I really like you, and I am so, so sorry I haven't told you before. I was planning on telling you a long time ago, but the day I was going to you told me you were dating Rick, so I didn't, and ever since then I've just wanted to... kiss you."
I felt my cheeks geting hot. It felt like a whole migration of butterflies were flying around in my stomach. I thought back to the day, almost two years ago, that I told Austin I was dating Rick Hennessie.To be honest, I liked Austin then, too, but he didn't seem to like me, so I moved on. My relationship with Rick ended quickly after I kept constantly dreaming about Austin. He wouldn't leave my head, and when I was kissied Rick, I accidentaly whispered Austin's name once. It was then that I told him it wasn't working out. He was a sweet guy, but think~ here I have Austin Mahone, my best friend and crush of six years telling me he liked me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, feeling his wrap around me. I'd never felt so secure. I looked up into his eyes and smiled at him. They sparkled like diamonds. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled at me.
"I wish I would've known... I broke up with Rick because I couldn't get you out of my head." I whispered. His eyes widened a bit. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
He smiled. "Do you want to go to the beach tomorrow? I mean... There will be other people there, but..." he asked nervously.
I nodded my head. "Yeah."
"Good. I'll pick you up at... two thirty?"
"Sounds perfect." I said. We said our goodbyes, and walked back to our own houses. Pistachio could go for a walk tomorrow.
