Every Love Story Is Beautiful But Ours Is My Favorite

Every Night Comes To An End...

                                 As we leave the room we meet up with Alec's brother Gio and his friend Horizon. We all decided to hang out in the game room for the last minutes we had of function, talking, laughing, and being entertained by people failing the video games they are playing. By now we had maybe 10 minutes left and i asked Alec if we could go sit and watch karaoke for a bit. So we did.

                                 We sat together near the window alone listening to the students go on the mini stage and sing songs. As we sat together I slowly inched my hand towards his my heart began to beat faster as I went to hold his hand. But I was overwhelmed with relief as he held my hand back. Then as we sat there his right hand connected with my left when all of a sudden the next two students singing karaoke on stage sang the song "I Really Like You" by Carly Rae Jepsen.

                                 I look at Alec and can feel my face turning red from blushing so hard. I stare into his deep soothing brown eyes and say quietly and as meaningful as possible, "I really, really, really, really, really, really like you." Then as we are still holding eye contact he says back, "I really, really, really, really, really, really like you, too." Then he took his other hand and placed it over the top half of my hand.

                                My heart began to flutter violently as I stared at his hands grasping mine in a loving hold. I don't know why but , for some reason when he did that it made me feel so special, so loved, like I was his, like he was gonna never let me go, I felt for some reason protected. Also for some reason i found it adorable and loved the fact that he did that.

                                When it was time to go i got his number and he got mine. As we stood by the door I couldn't get this thought off my head, it was as if there was a little person walking around with a megaphone saying constantly and obnoxiously. "Ask him out." "Ask Him Out!" "You know you like him." "So do it! Ask him out." Those words and thoughts constantly claw at my brain. Finally, my body floods with nervousness, excitement, anxiety, and fear of rejection as I pull everything in my being together to gain the guts to ask him.

                                   I finally turn to him and manage to say in the most awkward way possible, "Soooo, I wasn't sure if you were gonna ask or anything, and it looks like you're not, so I was wondering if you wanna go out with me?" I brace myself for what is to come, that he may reject me. "I really like you and I would ask you, but the thing is my mom doesn't want me dating." I feel embarrassed, but not much. 

                                 "That wasn't to bad." I think to myself. "Ya he didn't say yes but he has a reason and that's a good thing that he respects his mom, that makes me happy because' not many guys do these days." "Tell you what." His words end my train of thought and i look up to meet those brown eyes once again. "When I get home I'll talk to her about it." "OK, I'm gonna talk to my parents too, just to make sure they're OK with it too and stuff." "OK."