Something Different - Skitscape and Fawdz

Classes With Dan

Summer is ending.

I've graduated high school, so technically, I can do whatever I want for the rest of my life. So after talking with my dad, I decided to take classes at Dan's college.

Speaking of Dan-and Tony, on that subject-I haven't talked to them since we met. I find it okay though, neighbors will be neighbors. Honestly, I didn't expect to become best friends upon meeting. I'm completely okay with being just neighbors with them, I don't have a general liking for people. Or talking to or engaging with, for that matter. I guess I could be considered an introvert, but really, I'm just shy

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My first day of school rolls around. I'm particularly nervous; I don't know anyone here, I'm not familiar with this place, and as I've said before, I'm a shy person. I stumble into my first class and take a look around.

I sit down next to Dan.

It's neat how our first class is together. I'm a bit scared, but it's nice to see a semi-familiar face.

Dan and I aren't necessarily close. I haven't seen him besides our meeting (that was a few weeks ago) and occasionally in the hall of the apartment complex. I guess we'll be seeing more of each other, then.

"Hey," I say quietly when I take my seat. "Hi, Lily," he says back. I like his voice. It's deep but smooth. And extremely attractive.

I try to focus on he class, but I keep getting distracted by Dan. You're here to study, not look at boys, I think to myself. I can't help it. He's really cute and he's wearing my favorite color, green.

I'm lost, drifted away, half paying attention to the speaker, and half thinking about Dan. No one has really captivated my mind like this-as he raises his hand answers a question, offering his opinion on whatever we're talking about, I'm mesmerized by his voice. He's interesting, definitely.

Eventually, the class ends, and I'm forced out of my schoolgirl-like reverie. "See you around," I say quietly to him as we leave.

I don't see him for the rest of the day, but we walk home together. I can feel tiny little butterflies start to take flight in my stomach, and they nearly have little heart attacks every time our hands brush.

I barely know Dan, I can't be falling for him, says one part of my mind. He's my neighbor and my classmate, that's it.

He's extremely nice, funny, attractive, intelligent, and more-a perfect opportunity for you to break out of your bubble.

We keep a routine, sitting together in a few classes and walking home together. We become closer, to the point where I can call him "friend."

Friend. That's just it, but my feelings towards Dan haven't lessened. But we're just friends, and I'm okay with that. On the outside.

On the inside I like him as more than a friend, but I try to ignore it because I know he doesn't feel the same. It doesn't hurt, because I know he doesn't return whatever I feel for him.

Then, spectacularly, everything changes. Honestly, I think he's been getting the hint. I'm not going to make the first move, I'm too damn shy. But he can feel it too-the innocent, one-sided crush I have is being returned.

One day we stop in frot of the doors to our apartments. "I've really enjoyed school with you, Lily," Dan says.

"Me too." I reply.

"Listen, I want to tell you something. Or, ask you something." He chuckles. "Do you... maybe... want to go out sometime? On a date?" I hear him swear to himself, and I laugh. He thinks he's being awkward.

"Uh... uh... o-of course!" I stutter. I sounded a lot more confident in my head, but of course my mouth never works with my brain.

"Awesome! Does Friday night work?" I nod my head and smile.

We part ways, and as soon as I close the door I drop my books and feel like I want to scream. The butterflies in my stomach start shooting off fireworks in celebration.