A few weeks later, and there was still something in me that said that you were worth the risk. That having a friend was worth the possibility of losing everything.
And then, as I tried to get you to smile during lunch on this particular day, I was scared that maybe you have figured out my secret. Finally, I had given up cracking jokes and decided that I would have to be blunt about it.
"What is wrong with you today?" I asked, and your eyes widened like you had thought that I didn't notice.
"What do you mean? I'm totally fine." You ran a hand through your hair, and that was a tell-tale sign that you were not fine.
"Don't lie. What's bothering you?"
You took a deep breath and a long pause before you spoke again. "I kind of have a favor I need to ask you."
I rolled my eyes. "Then ask, idiot."
"Well, I need you to be my girlfriend."
I did a double take, not quite sure what was happening here. "What?"
"No, no! Not my real girlfriend. Um, I accidentally told my parents that I had a girlfriend and they want me to have her over for dinner tonight. Will you do that for me?"
I sighed, thinking about it. Actually, I had already had an answer, but I found it amusing to watch you squirm a little bit. "I... I guess I could do you this favor."
The dinner was good. But you know that's not why I have this story in here. I just wanted to remind you of our first kiss.
That night, when, as cliche' as it sounds, when you dropped me off at my house, you kissed me. I was shocked. Super shocked, actually. I didn't really know what to do, because I didn't kiss back. I didn't have enough reaction time to realize that I wanted to. But I did, just so you know.
Instead of showing you that, the confidence I had usually tried to show failed me. "Goodnight," I said, smiling a little.
Your cheeks were pink as you answered. "Goodnight."
When I got inside my house, I made my way to my room with a smile on my face. But there was something in my brain that had me scared. What if it didn't mean anything to you?
What if it meant a lot to me?
What if you found out about me?
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73 Memories
Teen Fiction"You know those super cliche' stories where there's that bad boy who meets the good girl?" I nodded and you went on. "Well, I'm kind of like the bad boy- just dialed down by about forty percent." "Well, you don't seem so bad to me," I replied. Som...
