Crush II

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Crush II:

I know a fair bit about having a crush and the stages. I suppose that’s down to watching all those cheesy romance movies and always reading clichéd romance books. But I can say that I’ve never experienced it for myself. All my writing, about romance and relationships is down to my imagination and what my mind perceives it; I have a very weird, very bizarre, dangerous mind that at times scares me.

So what is a girl supposed to do when a boy tells you that they like you?

I must say my reaction was something. I gazed at your message in bewilderment and shock for ages.

Surely, you have to be joking. And that’s what I thought, that you were joking. When I plucked up the courage to respond to your message, I laughed it off, not believing you.

Oh how wrong I was.

You weren’t joking and that’s when it became serious, I stopped laughing and I reread your message.

I like you.

From there I asked you questions, I had so many bloody questions, which you didn’t have the answer to.

I didn’t understand it, from someone who I rarely talked to, grew a friendship with, and comes out with something like that.

I turned to my friend in support, and to my surprise she already knew, which made me wonder who else already knew?

So once again, I was left bewildered and shocked, all because of your revelation. I must say, you have a lot more guts than me to tell me that you like me, being the sarcastic, opened minded girl I am.

We talked a little bit after that, it kept going awkward, from time to time but I guess that was to be expected. After that, we seemed to talk more and more and our friendship grew. I told my other friend, about what happened and to this day, she still loves to tease me about you.

I’d see you around; when I was with my friends’ and I would ask, I would ask myself ‘is this really happening?’ I’d catch you sometimes looking at me or, giving me your trademark smirk, which I hate.

Actually, that's a big fat lie. I don’t hate it, but I’d never admit to liking it.

Whether, I was in a good or a bad mood, I’d see you and all you’d do is smirk at me, that fucking smug smirk, that would make me smile like a lovesick teenager.

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Song:  “A Drop in the Ocean.” - Ron Pope

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