I really want the part.
The more I think about it, the more I want it.
Maybe I said "Do I get to audition for it?" A little too fast.
Maybe it made him uncomfortable...
He being the boy sitting two chairs down from me.
He played the lead role in last year's play. I'm sure he'll get it again this year too.
The part I want to play is his character's love interest.
Not that I want to be his love interest. . .
I turn to my right to look at the boy sitting next to me.
I feel guilty. Here I am thinking about another, when the perfectly nice boy sitting next to me likes me.
Although he's never actually said it out loud, I know that it's true.
He's leaving for college soon though, and today's the last day I'll be able to see him before he leaves...
I have a vague hope that he'll tell me that he likes me, and that he wants me to wait for him...but I don't know.
I honestly don't think he will.
Things are too complicated.
And sitting on this boy's right is his best friend...him.
And I am thinking more about him than the boy.
