Shawn: a tall, dirty blonde guy, blue eyes, age:17, the popular guy that every girl dreams of. oh and also my best friend and like many other girls I have a huge crush on him.
He and I hang out almost every day after school. We walk to the park in our neighborhood by our houses, but today he wanted to take me to this new café that he had found up the street from our neighborhood.
I did not think much of it at the time. Besides we are best friends and have been for many years. He had sometimes done this. But with him, me and his buddies, not just me by my self so it was different.
It was awkward.
He was awkward.
It was like he wanted to say something but could not. Like he did not have the balls to. As I thought until he started speaking.
"Harley...
"Kill him". The voices in my head had interrupted what he was saying.
"What?" I had said back to him. This time the voices had not interrupted.
"Harley will you...
Will you go...
Ugh
Harley will you go out with me?" "I umm". These had been the words I've been wanting to hear. The words I've been dreaming about. so why could I not say anything. "Harley?" He repeated trying to get my attention.
"O-oh y-yes I'll g-go out with you."
