If... [complete]

Eight

I'm running.

The air brushing my skin in resistance. My feet pounding in the ground to get away. I don't know where I'm going, I just can't be near him.

I didn't even give him an answer. I can't. The cliche thing is my hearts telling me yes but my head is telling me no. Why can't they feel the same thing?

I don't know how far I ran, I just know I was out of breath by the time I stopped. I saw a park with children running around. The sun was slowly starting to set, a pink haze forming. I hear an empty bench calling my name. I plop down on to the seat and immediately started crying. I put my head in my hands and allow my tears to fall.

Here I am. Alone. Crying on a bench. Over my crush who just asked me out. How pathetic.

"Hey, dude you good?" I wipe my tears to hide the fact that I was crying, even though it was still blatantly obvious.

"I'm what?" I ask.

"You good."

"Yes I'm fine." A child about the age of 14 is talking to me. He has a skateboard in one hand and Starbucks in the other. Oh how I wish I could go back to 14. It was so much easier, and a lot less drama.

"Don't seems like it."

"Well you don't know me."

"Your crying."

"No I got something in my eyes."

"Lame. Come up with a better excuse next time."

"What does it matter how I'm feeling?"

"I don't like seeing people cry."

"Haven't your parents ever told you not to talk to strangers?" He later his skateboard on the ground and sat next to me.

"Yea but... you seem nice. Now tell me why your crying."

"My crush asked me out."

"Bro seriously?  Your crying because you got asked out?"

"I'm crying because I can't say yes."

"Why not?"

"Because guys just allure you into your their trap so they can tear your heart out."

"I doubt this guy will tear your heart out."

"You've never met my ex."

"It shouldn't matter what your ex was like. It matters how this guy is like. What do you like about him?"

"His everything. His eyes. His laughter. His smile. His abs. His ambition. His pride. His honesty. His humor. His wise words. I love him."

"Your in love? I thought it was just a crush."

"I'm not in love. I just said that on accident."

"I'm not a therapist or anything but I think you should give this guy a chance, no matter what happened in the past."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Andy?" That voice unforgettable. I turn around to see Rye breathing heavily. He must've been running.