My Little Gay Crush

Millie's Secret Admirer

   Millie, as normal, was waiting for me on the porch swing at her house.

   I couldn't get over how the sun reflected off the window, giving her a beautiful glow, or how the breeze made her hair twirl around her head, or how much I wanted to be wrapped up in her arms and held tightly against her chest...

   "Snap out of it, Lyla!" My brain hissed.

   Millie hopped off the swing and made her way over to my car, she had an odd pep in her step today, I couldn't help but wonder what was up.

  "Hey, Lyla!" Millie cooed.

  Oh my god, she had to be joking with me, how could she be so happy right now!?

  "What's making you so happy today, Ms. Pep?" I asked, plastering on the biggest, fakest grin possible.

   "I think I have a secret admirer!" Millie giggled.

   My face suddenly fell, of course she had a secret admirer, she would never choose me. Well, it's not like I'm good enough for her anyway, she was too perfect for me. In fact, there was probably a line a mile long just waiting to ask to be with her. I was following up the rear.

   "Any ideas on who yet?" I asked, the fake grin returning onto my lips.

   "Well, there's Adyn Alrics, Devyn Carter, and Natalia Rey... well, some assumptions at least." Millie sighed, buckling up as I pulled out of the driveway.

     "Radio?" I asked.

    Millie smiled at me as I turned on our favorite station, which mostly specialized in Panic! At The Disco (P!ATD), Fallout Boys (FOB), My Chemical Romance (MCR), Imagine Dragons, and The Killers.

   We jammed out, singing to Mr.Brightside, Nicotine, etc. You know, it ALMOST kept my mind off how badly I wanted to kiss Millie right then or blurt out how much I loved her before her secret admirer did, but I held my tongue, afraid of rejection.

   I pulled into the school parking lot, and turned off my car, struggling to get my rusted key out of the ignition -My care was old, like, I'm pretty sure it was my mom's car in high school.

  Lucky me- Millie and I had the same first-period English class.

  I went into the back and grabbed my backpack, Millie was on the other side of the car, grabbing her trapper.

   "Huh, What's this?" Millie asked, picking up a piece of paper from on the floor of my beat-up car.

  She started to unfold it, and I realized it was my diary entry the second I saw my open backpack.

   "Millie, no!" I yelled, but I was already too late, Millie's eyes were going rapid-fire over the piece of paper, and by the time I snatched it away, her eyes had slowed, reading the final bit.

   "Oh, Lyla, I didn't-"

   "Millie, don't..." I whispered, hurrying away before she could see me cry.