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"Hey, Eady. Can I, um, ask you something?"

A/N [future me]
AU where Eadlyn and Erik live in present-day Los Angeles, California, and go to High School together.

Erik's POV
I walked down the halls of Loyola High School, textbooks in hand. It was lunchtime, and I'd finally get to have a small break from my long classes.

As I made my way to my locker, I noticed a group of girls giggling. Among them was the girl who I'd had a crush on since the 8th grade.

Eady Schreave.

Eady was easily one of the most popular girls at Loyola High School. Her GPA was a 3.8, she was the president of the Student Council, and her uncle, Gerad Singer, was our Principle. Not to mention her mom used to be a popular singer during the 80s. She was way out of my league.

So instead of ever talking to her, I avoided her as much as possible. She probably didn't even know I existed. Which was kind of a good thing, because then I wouldn't be able to do anything stupid in front of her.

"Erik! I've been looking everywhere for you!" I felt an arm swing around my shoulder and someone lightly punch my arm. I shook my head, trying to clear away my thoughts about Eady.

"Hey Henri," I said, slightly distracted because I could still hear her talking with her friends ahead of us.

Henri was my best friend. His parents were both from Finland, but they moved to America when Henri was still a baby. He knew English and Finnish, but his English was marked with a heavy accent, due to being homeschooled while he was a kid.

"So, Erik," he smirked as we walked toward the cafeteria. "When are you gonna ask out Eady?"

"W-what?" I stammered, completely caught off guard. I hadn't told anyone about my feelings for Eady. The chances of us ever becoming a couple were the lowest of the low. Impossible, even.

"Don't deny it!" Henri laughed. "I've seen the way you stare at her during English class. You like her. That's probably the reason you're failing, too."

"Ugh! Why do you have to know me so well?" I groaned. We walked through the cafeteria doors and made our way to the lunch line.

"Dude, we've been friends since what? Middle school?" Henri asked. "You actually think I wouldn't find out?"

"Well, I didn't know I was so obvious," I said, grabbing a plate at the salad bar. I hated school food, so I just ate salad every day.

I payed for my food and waited for Henri to pay for his, too. Finally he walked out, holding a tray full of fries. I chuckled quietly. I had an interesting friend.

We made our way out of the cafeteria and walked down the halls toward the Library, where we always ate our lunch. It was the quietest place in the whole school, and being there always calmed my nerves.

"You never answered my question," Henri said, walking into the Library. "When are you gonna ask out Eady?" I rolled my eyes and followed him.

We sat down and he raised his eyebrows at me expectantly. I sighed, poking around my salad with my fork.

"Never," I stated sadly, taking a bite of the salad. "She's something. And I'm nothing. It'd be different if she were nothing and I were something. Then I could ask her out. Or if I was nothing and she was nothing.

"But Eady is something," I shrugged. "And I'm nothing." I continued eating but jumped when Henri slammed his hand against the desk.

"You are not nothing, Erik," Henri leaned forward and glared at me. "You are a whole lot more than nothing. And if you want to date Eady, heck, date her! It's a free country, isn't it?"

I sat there, startled by what Henri had said. Why hadn't I ever thought about that before? That if I really wanted to date Eady, I really could date Eady. I had always thought of her as someone I wanted to date, but the idea of actually going out with her had never crossed my mind. It was too impossible.

But now that I thought about it, why was it so impossible? She was a teenage girl and I was a teenage boy. She might've been more popular than me, but so what? She wasn't a princess or anything.

"You know what?" I looked at Henri and laughed. "I'm gonna ask Eady out."

Henri jumped up and hooted. "It's about time!" Suddenly the Librarian looked over at us and put a finger to her lips, scowling angrily.

Henri sat down quickly. "It's about time!" He said again, this time whispering and punching my shoulder playfully.

Just then the bell rang, and we were off to our next classes.

• • •

It was almost 3:30, and I was a nervous wreck. My plan was to ask Eady if she would go out on a date with me that Saturday. I'd surprise her with a picnic at the park and then a movie afterwards.

But what if she didn't want to? I'd look stupid in front of all her friends. All her popular friends. I'd be laughed at for weeks.

My thoughts were interrupted when the bell rang, indicating that school was over for the week. I gathered up all my stuff and walked out of the classroom.

As I made my way through the crowded hallway, I kept my eyes peeled for Eady. Part of me hoped I wouldn't see her. I could feel myself shaking I was so nervous.

And then I saw her. Thank the Lord she was alone, her usual swarm of friends out of sight. I walked faster, wanting to talk to her before they came back.

Suddenly I was right next to her, and my sweaty hands trembled. I cleared my throat, trying to get her attention. She looked up at me, startled.

She squinted at me, and then smiled. "You're Erik, right?" I nodded.

"Hey, Eady," I gulped. "Can I, um, ask you something?"

She shrugged. "Sure, go ahead."

"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to, um, go out on a date with me tomorrow." I braced myself for the rejection. I could feel it coming.

"Oh!" She blushed. "Sure, I'd love to."

I stared at her. Had I just heard her right? Had she really just agreed to go on a date with me? I laughed, bewildered.

"Cool! I'll, um, pick you up around noon?"

"Yeah, that's fine with me," she said. Quickly she tore off a piece of notebook paper and scribbled on it. She handed it to me.

"Here's my phone number," she said, backing away. "I gotta go, but I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."

"Yeah, tomorrow," I smiled as she waved, not believing what had just happened.

I could barely wait for Saturday to come.

A/N [old me]
Should I write about their date? Please comment your thoughts! Thanks for reading!