My Little Gay Crush

Part 1- I Met A Girl

I met a girl, she was beautiful, bob cut brown hair, and green eyes. 

   Her name was Millie Mae Nash, we've been inseperable since we were four, her dad walked out, she needed a shoulder to lean on. I was her shoulder.

   I realized i was in love with her when we were sitting in the tree house in my backyard. -When we were seven me and Millie begged my dad for months to build us a tree house.

   The light hit Millie just right, making her look like a girl from one of those web-comics, -since they always looked beautiful. Millie was glowing with beauty, i realized that i had burried my feeling deep down inside me, i had loved her all along.

   But i had a feeling she would never feel the same way, so even now, i'm keeping it a secret.

   My phone buzzed on my nightstand, making me look up from my science homework.

 "Hey, Lyla, what's up?" My phone read.

"Oher that the ceiling, not much. Im working on my science homework..." I responded.

"Oh, haha, i finished that in like, ten minutes ago. Want me to come over, and help?"

I felt like my heart skipped a beat, now, having her alone in my room, the thought makes me both happy, and scared.

"What if i ruin everything?" "What if she never talks to me again?" "It would be all my fault... i couldn't ruin my chances, i'd see her at school tomorrow, so it wouldn't matter."

Would it?

Even though i needed A LOT of help with my science work, -I was barley passing with a high C. I just responded to her with, "No, i'm good, Mill. Thanks."  and turned off my phone.

"You just need time to process this.... " i thought.

I put away my complete failure of a homework assignment, and turned out the lights, i would sleep my feelings off. Tomorrow i wouldn't even think about kissing Millie...in the hall... at school...

I really needed to snap out of it.

I shut my eyes, and tried to sleep.

It felt like hours passed, so i opened my eyes, not hours, in fact... not even one minute had passed.

I sighed, and turned on my lamp, i went over to a box in my closet, and pulled out a old brown leather journal i got for christmas during my first year of middle school.

I used to journal about my crushes, and it helped, i just pretended i was talking to them, i hurried over to my backback, and grabbed a pen, bite marks all over the end, i put the pen to the paper, and began to write.