Christian Beadles - Secret Admirer

I think that Christian Beadles to this day has been the person that I have written most of my oneshots about. I absolutely adore him and by the requests I get for him, it seems others do too. I really hope that you like it. Comments and Votes make my day (: - Jack xx

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      My whole year group had been looking forward to this trip for a while now, and it was finally here. We were all going to the theatre to watch a musical that we had been studying in music. All day I heard girls discussing what they were wearing, but I just dodged in and out of them to escape from it all. For a start I wasn’t really the girl that would stand for hours gossiping about every little thing and secondly I found out that my best friend had caught a cold and was ill, meaning that she therefore couldn’t go to the theatre tonight. I was worried that I would have to sit on my own or with people that I didn’t really like, but I just tried to shove that to the back of my mind and carry on with my day.

   I was sitting in English looking at my paper, not really concentrating on what the teacher was saying, because she repeated herself so many times, and her voice really irritated me. The noise of the door opening caught my attention and caused me to look up. It was him. Christian. I tried not to smile, but it was rather difficult. I always smiled when I saw him, he was just so amazing. I had liked him for a while now. Well if you can call since 4th grade a while... My best friend, Jess is going out with his best friend, which means that I see him a lot more often, even though we had been quite close before already. I had been to his house several times and met his sister Caitlin and the rest of their family; they were all really nice.

   “I’m sorry I’m late miss, I had to take Jordan to the medical room.” Jordan was Jess’ boyfriend and Christian’s best friend. The teacher told him to take his seat and he walked over and sat at the desk next to mine. I looked back down at my paper so that it wasn’t obvious that I had been staring at him. I spent most of the lesson pretending to listen to the teacher.

   I was relieved by the time the bell went. I packed up my things and followed the swarm of students through the door. Finally time to go home. I opened my locker and pulled out everything that I would need. I shut the door, only to come face to face with Christian.

   “Hey Nicole.”

   “Hi Christian,” I tried to hide my nervousness.

   “So...you weren’t enjoying English too much were you?” he laughed. He must have noticed that I was nearly falling asleep.

   “I swear, if I have to read that same extract of Romeo & Juliet one more time, I will poke myself in the eye.”

   “Awehhh, don’t do that,” he giggled. “You have pretty eyes.” I just hoped that I was doing well at suppressing the blush, because if he said one more thing like that, even though he obviously didn’t mean it, then I am just going to spill over. “Are you going to the theatre tonight?” he asked.

   “Yep, are you?”

   “I sure am,” he looked so excited like a child that had just been told that they are going to live at Disneyland. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

   “Christian! Mom’s here!” Christian’s sister, Caitlin, called to him.

   “I suppose that I had better go,” he smiled at me. “I’ll see you later” then he pulled me into an oh-so-warm hug. I loved it. “Bye Nicole.”

   “Bye Christian,” I replied before I went to find my mom. When I finally found her, I climbed into the car and thought about Christian the whole way home. But that’s not really unusual; I do it a lot.