A/N: I just wish I had a little more time...
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He's so cool. Of course, no one believes me when I tell them that I really like him a lot. I'm eighteen, why would anyone take it seriously that I have a massive problem, because I'm graduating in two weeks and I have this crush on this guy that I'm too scared to ask out. What if he says no? He probably thinks I'm stupid. Thing is, my best friend, Kirstie, talks to him sometimes. She promised to be our 'wing woman' - I snorted when she said it - but all she's done was tell me to talk to him. As if that was so easy.
I have a story of unhealthy relationships with people. I used to be more outgoing, too - in middle school I was dating this girl, most popular girl in the whole school, she was great. She was great when she was alone, with me. I thought, at fourteen years old, that I was in love. Well, spoiler alert - I wasn't.
She came to the same high school as me, but soon enough she realized that I wasn't good enough. I wasn't 'cool enough'. I just had Kirstie, while she kept looking for more and more friends. So, again, she befriended nearly the entire year and refused to talk to me, refused to even look at me. We never officially broke up, but I guess you get what this meant for us.
I wasted so many tears on her, called Kirstie in the middle of the night because I couldn't fall asleep, seeing her beautiful teal eyes whenever I closed mine.
Ever since her I haven't felt butterflies in my stomach when I looked at someone. Until him.
It was the first day of Junior year, we were all crowded in the gym to choose our classes for this year. I looked around, spotting some familiar faces and some new ones that I haven't seen before. Among the new ones was a boy that caught my attention right away. And it felt as if lighting had struck me - I knew, I just immediately knew that I wanted to get to know him better. Kirstie followed my eye and then turned to me.
"That's Mitch. He's the guy that I told you about, he lives in my neighborhood. He's very pretty.. "
"He is..." I admitted. He had dark brown hair, almost black looking in the dim light of the gym. I couldn't really see the color of his eyes because I just saw him from the side, but his face was beautiful. He had a nice tan, he was wearing a black band shirt and a pair of ripped black jeans.
"I heard he's gay," she said, winking at me, making me chuckle.
"Well, then let's hope we have a class together."
We chose our classes and the next day I was relieved to find out we indeed shared two classes, and he was in Kirstie's homeroom class.
When I heard him speak for the first time I decided that his voice was all I needed to hear for the rest of my life. It was so smooth, so beautiful, warm like a nice summer day...
This could absolutely happen. I just needed to stop being so goddamn shy and actually step my game up and talk to him. Which was... Easier said than done. I tried to talk to him, which ended with me neglecting Kirstie completely in art class one day to work on a group project with him and one of his friends, Austin. Kirstie of course wasn't mad, she'd told me to do that and to take any second I could to talk to Mitch and work things out. But as sudden as my boost of courage had been, as quickly it was leveled out again and I was left with this mess that was myself, unable to say anything meaningful until that day he wore a shirt from Kirstie's favorite video game.
Kirstie was sick that day, she couldn't help me. So I had to do it on my own.
You can do it, Scott, just go up and say something like oh, I like your shirt, and then talk about the game. You know the game, Kirstie has made you play it. It'll be alright.
