Forever and Always

Chapter Two: He's Mad for Her

I looked toward my phone in anticipation for it to ring or give any sign that someone, specifically Dan, would try to make contact with me. A few days ago, Dan had finally asked me for my phone number. I wasn't sure how to take that. If he wanted it out of the simplicity of having it, or to emphasize that he liked me.

I lied on my bed, too nervous, too filled with anxiety, to do anything. 'Always let the boy text first.' my friend told me once.  I wasn't in agreement with the statement, because Dan grew extremely  happy with excitement over the simplest things. I knew that if I were the one to make contact with him first he would be happy. I could just imagine an innocent smile forming over his gentle features. I felt my heart leap with joy when that image wondered into my head.

A small amount of hope ran through me when I was interrupted by a chirping noise erupting from my phone. I began to reach for it when second guesses started popping up in my mind. I tried not to think about all of the failed friendships that almost turned into relationships. It was too hard; memories came flooding in of broken hearts, and hopeless secrets, along with a tsunami of tears. Despite that those things were in the past and I was over the people that I liked then doesn't mean that I  don't think about it from time to time. It doesn't infer that I don't miss the person, I always will miss the people of my past, because I cared about them. Though I don't miss the pain that my old friendships caused me to suffer through once they were over.  

As I gained some control over my thoughts, I picked up the chirping phone with a vast amount of courage. I opened up the lock screen to read: One message from- Dan

My heart felt like it might have burst with an overwhelming amount of anxious hope.

Dan: Hi

I wasn't positive of what he wanted me to respond with. Nerves over took me and I thought about pretending to not have read the text until he asks about it in person. No, that would be immature. I should just get this over with.

~Dan's POV~

I asked for her phone number. She seemed quite casual about it. But I loved it when she smiled and gently blushed.  She is very much out of my league. Her deep, dark brown eyes. Her funny remarks. The constant rhetorical questions. The way she brings light with her where ever she is. Like she doesn't need sun in order for the day to be bright. I love every single thing about her. The smallest things about Amelia are what is perfect to me. The things that she doesn't like about herself, I can't see. She doesn't like it that she is negative sometimes. I love the way she looks at situations differently than everyone else. She doesn't like the spots on her face. I am in complete love with the freckles in her smile. Everything.

' He's mad for her.'  My friends tease. I'm not sure as to how my friends know about me having an attraction to her. 'It's the way you look at her, talk to her, and the fact that you talk about her all the time. You're mad for her.' They claim and look around, ' He's mad for her.' 

I never realized this before. I think it is something that I do when ever I think about her. I can't stop talking about her and her gentle perfection. 'He's mad for her.' It's the truth.