A Lighter and a Flashlight

Crushes

Third Person POV

 "Ask away, anything at all..." He had said.

Seven spent all of his time before lunch questioning the Janitor.  The Janitor had patiently answered all of his questions, understanding of his rabid curiosity.

At this point, Seven understood everything that he wanted to know about the backstory of the Maw.

They had discussed how the Janitor would let him visit overnight, as long as he was back by roll call.  They had established rules on how he should never let any other kids notice he was gone; the Janitor couldn't cover for him being late.

Overall, all but one of his questions had been answered.

Should I ask about it?

 "Hey, mister Janitor," Seven swallowed, still uncertain of whether he should ask, "I want to know about one more thing."

 The Janitor waited, and Seven just stood there.  The Janitor realized he would need to help poor Seven, "are you going to ask your question?  Or..."

 He trailed on, trying to spur Seven into at least responding.

 "I just - I don't know how to phrase it," Seven paused, "Well I, I'm confused about this kind of feeling I have been experiencing."

 The Janitor was confused himself, Seven was a very resourceful and intelligent boy, his intellect far surpassing his age.  For him to be confused was a rarity.

 "What is it like Seven?"

 "Well, I guess I've kinda been feeling it for awhile now, but just before this, it got way stronger. "

Before this...  That was when he was Six right?  Could that mean...?

The Janitor almost broke into a smirk, his little guy was growing up.  He just had to confirm now, "What does it feel like?"

 Seven furrowed his eyebrows together in thought.  He eventually spoke, "I get these, symptoms, and they are all really weird," 

 'Symptoms'.  Poor boy.  Clueless.

 The Janitor suppressed a hearty laugh.

 "Go on!  What are they?!"

Seven paused, and after setting them straight in his head, began listing them off on his fingers, "Well, I get all jittery, and, my heart goes crazy, I get a little dizzy, and, my stomach feels like it's filled with moths, and, and..."

The Janitor could almost feel Seven's blush.

 "And what?"

"...my lips got all tingly."

Wooah, already kissing are we?  How cute.

 "And..."

 Something more?

 "And I think, I think I want to feel it more.  Is this bad?" Seven looked up at the Janitor, "What is it in the first place?!"

 " I think I know what this is, but to confirm, when exactly do you get this feeling?"

Seven was as red as a fire truck at this point, though, luckily for Seven, the Janitor couldn't see.

 "I get it when I - when I'm with Six."

 "I know what this is Seven, everything adds up, except," the Janitor really wanted to know, " why exactly were your 'lips tingly'?"

The Janitor could basically roast marshmallows over Seven's face, needless to say, it was on fire.