Crush x Reader

the notes

sorry if these are bad oops

The next morning when I got up to get ready for school, it all felt like a dream. I rubbed at my eyes, thinking how wonderful it would be if you actually treated me like that. But it felt so real. I checked my call history to see if I had dreamt of calling Bff/n, and it was real. Damn. But then it hit me. Fuck you, anxiety. What if they're joking? What if he thought the hug was too much? What if they all actually hate you, and they're just having fun? I knew how to deal with these thoughts by now. I shook my head and reassured myself. I heard it myself and saw it too. He was excited to talk to me, and I wondered if I seemed excited to talk to him. I hoped so. I decided not to put on more makeup than usual, or put more effort into my hair because if he liked me as I am, there was no point in trying to impress him. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and walked out of the door.

As soon as I walked through the school gates, I saw his group a lot closer than they usually were. Instead of next to the canteen, he was standing by my house building, by the set of stairs I always walk up. Of course, as I walked by I said hello, and to my surprise, he joined me as I walked to my locker. Even though I was surprised, I wasn't going to put up a fight about it. There was no way Bff/n and F/n wouldn't see us together, so I would have to open up about you to them. Well, Bff/n already knew, but still.

"Hey! I didn't think I'd get a chance to talk to you this morning." I wanted to sound more interested now. With yesterday's situation and all. I'm surprised how easily a genuine smile came when I was so sleep deprived.

"Yeah, me neither! I'm glad I get to though." He gave me an adorable smile, and I couldn't help but grin. Damn, he makes me act insane. I don't think it's in a bad way though, more like a -I-think-I-love-this-boy- kind of way. I knew I had a crush on him beforehand, but know that I know him, I've fallen hard. From the corner of my eye, I saw eyes on us. C/n never came up here,,, and him with a girl? Dayum. Before I get a chance to say another word to him, Bff/n comes running up to me to say hi, and to rub in my flirting. She gives me a suggestive look before saying hello to C/n and then taking a place on my other side to walk down the hall. What a trio. The popular boy, with a girl and her best friend. After what felt like hardly a second, we reached my locker. It all seemed normal, but as soon as I opened it, there was a note laying on the bottom. I picked it up, confused. I opened it to find a note written in neat handwriting, in smooth black ink. It read;

'Hey. Look, I know we have only known each other for a couple of days, and I don't know about you, but I felt something there Y/n. I'd love to hang out, just you and I sometime. -C/n'

Attached to the letter was a handwritten poem.

'Eyes fluttering shut

Oblivious to the wold

Unaware of life'

I held it to my chest, with a massive smile on my face, and I turned around to face C/n, to give him another hug, but he had disappeared while I was reading it. My face dropped slightly, but it lifted back up looking down to see the carefully written letter. I pulled a small piece from my wad of blue tack, and stuck it and the poem to the inside of my locker door. Bff/n looked at it and turned to me with her eyebrows raised.

"Bitch," She said as I rolled my eyes at her, and crossed my arms.

"BITCH!" She grabbed my hands and jumped up and down, both of us smiling and giggling. "You're finally getting in with him! After so long! So many girls are gonna be jealous of you." I guess she was right. He was such a pretty boy. Ah, fuck. I'm sucked in.

All through first period, you distracted me. I kept daydreaming about dates we could go on, or what would happen when we hung out. I even went as far as our first kiss, before I snapped myself out of it and actually did some work. I wondered if he was going through the same thing. Wondering if I felt the same way if I liked his poem and if I actually wanted to go somewhere with our relationship. He must be. I decided I would play hard to get. I got Bff/n to text Hayden to find out where his locker was, and I would write my own note back. I decided to attach a poem of my own. I completely ignored him at recess, and when I saw him looking at me out of the corner of my eye, I turned away. I felt so mean, but when he checked his locker I hoped it would make up for it.

In period 2 I wrote back, carefully planning each word.

'Hi. I've felt something between us as well. You're one of the only people I know that I can just talk to without feeling shy or nervous, and I like that. I want to hang out sometime too. –Y/n'

The poem I attached was a poem I had written a few days before when I first started talking to him, but I never thought I would show him.

'I asked him

where's your favourite place?

He replied

On a beach in the middle of nowhere

At midnight, where all the stars in the sky are visible

Rolling fields and long grass

The smell of freshly bloomed flowers

He asked me

Where's yours?

And I answered

Right here, beside you'

I thought that he would like that. It seemed like the type of poem he liked to read. After second period, I quickly slipped by his locker, slid the note into his locker, and snuck away, hoping he wouldn't see it until lunch. I was giddy and excited to see his reaction when he realised I actually wanted to hang out and be with him. I finally knew what it's like to anticipate someone talking to you, to be in love. Finally, I had someone to care for and to talk to and to help out when they needed it.

I saw him at lunch, holding my note, showing his friends looking proud and ecstatic. After he seemed to have calmed down a little bit, I took Bff/n to talk to him, as soon as I made it over to him, Bff/n drifted off to talk to Luke. Typical. But honestly, I was happy about that, so I could have a quality conversation without any side comments.

"I see you got my note." I raised my eyebrows at him, but then I couldn't help but slip into a smile.

"Yeah. I was super fucking nervous about what you would say, but you know, I had to give it a shot. And I'm glad that I did." He had a softness in his eyes that I'd never seen him give anyone but me. I felt special.

"I'm glad you did too. Did you write that poem?" I remembered the short but beautiful poem attached to his letter.

"Oh, yeah I did. Obviously, it wasn't too cheesy if you wrote one back. I hope." The way he spoke was adorable.

"No, I loved it. I hope mine wasn't too much." I craved his approval.

"Are you kidding? It was beautiful. What as the inspiration?" Fucking hell, I can't lie to him.

"Oh, uh." I felt myself go pink, and I brushed my hair behind my ear. "Um, it was inspired by you." I looked at the concrete below our feet, unable to look him in the eye. "A few days ago, on the bus. For once I felt..." I couldn't think of the words.

"Peachy. I felt like that too." He put his fingers below my chin and brought my eyes up to meet his.

"Peachy. I like that" From the border of my vision I saw a chain reaction of people elbowing each other to see the show. Bff/n was jumping up and down and silently clapping, and I Dan whispered quietly, "My boy!" C/n took a seat on the metal bench and I sat down beside him.

"Y/n, are you doing anything this Saturday?" IS THIS REAL? WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?

"Nah, not that I can think of anyway." I really hoped there wasn't.

"Do you... do you want to go to the mall or something?" WHAT'S GOING ON RIGHT NOW!?

"You mean like a date? or..." I felt so nervous, my stomach was in a knot and I could feel my hands burning hot.

"Yeah, I guess so. A date, yeah." YES BITCH YES PLEASE.

I swallowed hard. This is everything I had ever dreamed of, so of course, I said yes. "Yeah, of course I will. Wait, let me give you my number. So we know when to catch up and everything," "Sweet." The way his lips formed the word sent a shiver down my spine. I whispered softly in return. "Sweet."