Stuart felt his heart beat out of his chest. He didn't feel good.
"I-I can't do this!" He hissed. (_____)'s friend rolled her eyes.
"You're such a pussy. Just go up and ask!"
Stuart's fingers began to twitch nervously. (_____)'s friend sighed and shoved the bunch of flowers she had gotten for him to give to (_____) into his hands. Stuart clamped his fingers around them, crushing the stems in his palm. (_____)'s friend groaned.
"Oh, sweet Lord! You're so hopeless!"
Stuart mumbled out an apology. He took a deep breath.
"I can do this..." He said to himself.
"Can you?" (_____)'s friend asked sarcastically.
(_____)'s friend peered around the corner and spied (_____) walking towards them. She quickly turned to Stuart and grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Alright, Stuart! This is it! She's coming this way! Look her in the eyes, stand tall and smile!"
"Wh-"
"Go!"
Stuart yelped as he was forcefully pushed forward. He gasped when the wind was knocked out of him as he landed on something uneven and warm. Some flowers were scattered all over the grass while some were still stuck in Stuarts' clammy hand. As he lifted himself off of whatever he landed on he heard a groan below him. He looked down and his eyes widened. There laid (_____), sprawled on the grass below him, gasping for air. She had grabbed onto his jacket during the fall and still hadn't let go. Stuart felt his mouth go dry. Whatever air that had made his way into his lungs again was now gone.
"Stuart? What the hell?"
Stuart tried to speak but only hot air and whimpers came out. He quickly pushed away from her, stumbling back. (_____) and her friend watched as he ran away, tripping over his own feet multiple times.
"Wow... I knew he was nervous but holy shit..." (_____)'s friend mumbled as she helped (_____) up. (_____) chuckled and thanked her, brushing the skirt of her uniform with her hands. They both grew quiet, looking in the direction of where Stuart ran. (_____)'s friend eventually smiled smugly and nudged (_____) with her elbow.
"He likes you, you know."
(_____) sighed.
"Yeah. I'm aware..."
Silence.
"So when do you think he'll confess?" (_____)'s friend asked. (_____) shrugged.
"I think I'll end up saying something before he says anything."
(_____)'s friend sighed.
"Oh well."
It grew silent again until (_____)'s friend pointed to the ground.
"Those are for you." She said, pointing to the bruised, flat flowers. (_____) only let out a huff as she nudged a crushed daisy with her shoe. Stuart was one weird boy.
