Imagine you walk into school like any other day. You're a Senior. You rule the school. Anyway, its the first day back from Winter break and everyone is tired. You, however, are unusually perky for someone who had to wake up at 6 am to get ready. You head to your locker and you notice something. To specific, someone. You use your peripheral vision as not to cause a scene to see that the guy you've had a crush on since Freshman year, Mikey Way, is staring at you. You smile slightly and giggle to yourself. You shut your locker and Mikey starts towards you, but is stopped by his best friend Frankie. Your smile fades, as you were hoping you would get to finally tell him how you feel, or vice versa. Sadly, but still slightly perky, you walk to first block. You would hang in the Commons but no one you like is there. Soon, to your relief, the bell rings for schools to start. You situate yourself in your seat and wait for the tardy bell to ring. Not long after the first bell rings, Mikey walks in. He's in my class? When did this happen? But then you remember that its a new semester, new classes. You smile, and your heart skips a beat when he comes over and sits in the desk next to you. O. M. G. What?! You freak out a little inside. Then he introduced himself. "Hi," he starts off sounding kind of nervous, "I'm Mikey, you're [insert name], right?" You nod your head, because your afraid if you talked, you would regret it. "Cool." He replies. Ohmygawd you just had a conversation with the coolest guy ever! Keep calm. Class drones on and during the last five minutes of class he turns back to you and asks what classes you have. Come to find out, to your hopes, you have all the same classes. Strange, but you don't question it. "Hey, can I ask you a ques-" he gets cut off by the bell. "I'm sorry, what?" you reply, you couldn't hear him. "Never mind. Later." He says as he swiftly walks to his next class. You head to your locker first, relishing in the moment you just had with your crush. You walk to your second block and see Mikey smiling at you. He seems more comfortable now. He pats the seat next to him, and you accept his offer. Smiling, you exchange greetings. He is more comfortable, he's talking a lot more. Soon the late bell rings, and class starts. The same thing occurs during the last five minutes of class. He tries to ask you a question, but it doesn't work. This happens throughout the whole day. He gets angrier and angrier with each attempt. By the end of 4th block, he's had enough. He stand up on your table and yells "[insert full name here] I love you, so much! Will you please go out with me?" You stare in awe at the man you love. You, in turn stand on the table and kiss him, accepting his offer.
