Thomas's POV :
I had a note in my hand. It was for my crush named Jenn. She was a popular girl. But something was in my way. The most popular guy named Brian.
Y/N's POV :
I walk out of the party. My friends (whores) would've been better off without me. I see a blonde hair(ed) boy.
He was talking to himself.
- Are you talking to yourself.
He was shocked and turned towards me.
- God. Im n-. Im not.
- Oh looks like you were.
- Well, yea.
- Why aren't you in the party?
- See, im reciting my notes to read to a girl.
- A girl??
- Yes. Her name's Jenn.
- Jenn Wahlberg?
- No. Jenn Howard.
- Oh.
- Why aren't you in the party?
- I have a couple of friends. Well, to be quiet honest whores. They're hooking up with some boys. If i go in there i'll probably get lost. So about this girl.
- Ya.
- Does she like you back?
I sit down and grab a pack of gum.
- Well. As a friend.
He crumples a note.
- Read it for me.
- Um..ok.
He opens the note.
' I don't want to seem awkward and weird and make you uncomfortable. I just want to let out my feelings. Jenn Chris Howard im in love with you. You may think im crazy but im not. I guess. Ever since i saw u leaning against your locker with that favourite jacket of yours feels like im home. Before even i came to this place. I hope you don't think of this the wrong way. Im not into those Netflix and Chill type of shit. '
He stands there staring at me.
- Oh. Oh my god i shouldn't have told you that.
- No i m-
- Especially a girl i just met. Oh no.
- No, i dont mind that. But seriously? If you dont want to make her less comfortable don't talk about her jacket. If u make her comfortable then cool. But if you make her less. You wont be her man. Like that's shit.
- You're very different.
- That's me.
I laugh.
- What's your name?
- Thomas.
- Oh. Well Thomas, if you want to make her like you. Show her. Make her feel comfortable around you. But in my thoughts i think she likes you.
- How would you know that?
- Im a junior. My friends well my real ass friends have boyfriends. Their boyfriends actually are like you. So, you wanna come to my house?
- Now?
- Yea. Come on.
I walk with him to my house. We both enter my room.
- Wow.
He looks around my room
- Those waves are made out of newspapers.
- Artistic i see.
- Not really. But i love pasting stuff on the walls. I hate drawing. I just like decorating my room with shit i dnt think is important. Do you want a drink?
- Sure.
- What you want??
- Whatever you have.
- Alright.
I walk down the stairs to grab two cans of Dr Pepper. I hand it to him.
- This is all i got.
- Thats ok.
He opens the can as i walk to the window.
- You know what i love? This place right here.
I step on the spot i was showing.
- Around 4 or 5 this spot just gets warm and cozy.
I lay on my bed while he lays beside me.
I grab his hand gently and entertwining my hand with his. I wrap both of our hands on my waist.
- Your heart is beating really fast.
- I know.
- Ok.
I took a deep sleep and so did he.
