Loving Us

one

It was nearly Christmas time, all the kids were trying to get their final days of school until winter break done. As for I, I wanted to just get the heck out of there. Yet I encountered an interesting twist in my life. A tall, handsome, dark haired twist.

Trust me, I'm as awkward as a person could get, but I'm what my friends referred to as a "flirt".

Obviously, I'm like any typical girl, so there's a boy, who I like, a lot. The thing is no one knew I liked him for a while. We had this playful flirting between us, but I thought he was like that with everyone.

I don't really remember how we started talking, I just knew that we kinda clicked in a sense.

There was one night that changed everything though. Before I knew he liked me, before I told anyone I liked him.

We were in this chorus together, that rehearsed after school on Wednesday night's. After we took the late bus, at our school, little did I know we'd be on the same bus, I didn't know where he lived, so I thought he'd be taking the other bus with his friend.

When I got onto the bus I went to the back where I saw a few kids in my grade. He happened to be sitting in the seat across from me. One of my friends, who's a cheerleader got onto the bus and sat with me. There were two girls. me and her, then there were 4 guys, she's kinda what you call a slut, so she moved into one of the guys seats so she could flirt with him. As they flirted, I listened to the conversation that went between all the guys, and I made sarcastic remarks towards them.

As fewer people were left on the bus, him and I started talking, he is friends with my ex, so he started telling me awful stories about him, and his awful relationships. At the time I still had small feelings for my ex, so I was still trying to get over that. As he told me these bad stories it helped me realize how bad of a boyfriend my ex was. I was laughing so hard at his stories, there was never a dull moment when I talked to him. Since we were talking about ex's, and romance, I asked him who he liked. His face blushed the cutest dark pink shade, and refused to tell me. I figured he was just embarrassed by the question. So I kept begging him to tell me. He told me that only a few people know who he likes, and the first person who knew, happened to be one of my best friends.

I knew by the end of it that I liked him like crazy, and I honestly didn't want to get out for winter break, so that I could see him.

When I got home, I called my friend, and told her about the night, and how I liked him. She told me that he liked me, and I went into complete and utter shock.

When we were done talking I flopped onto my bed like a love sick puppy. Although I wasn't in love with him, yet.