Sweetcorn.

Crushes. We all get them. Even me. Mine? Ive have had it for three years. Who? My family gardener/neighbour.
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Three years ago.

"Who's out there?!" I heard my mother question from our kitchen window.

I had noticed a few moments before hand that there was a tall dark figure lurking towards the edges of our garden.

"It's me, Mrs Tower?" His raspy low voice sent chills down my back.

"Sorry!-" my mother rushed out "We heard some noise and didn't know what it was, I don't know why we didn't think of you." She faked a laugh "what are you doing out so late?" She questioned again.

"I'm just preparing some food for tomorrow if that's not a problem, Mrs Tow-" "no,no not a problem were just on our way to bed goodnight Zion!" My mother cut him off before hastily shutting and locking our kitchen window.

"It's just the gardner" my mother breathed a sigh of relief as she walked past me standing by the doorway.

'The gardeners' name was Zion. He also lived next door. He's been working for us for about three weeks now. And I've still not been introduced. My dad and him have hit it off with flying colours but mums cautious about him. And me? I have the worlds biggest crush on him.

"I'm going to go say hi" I mumbled still shocked by how his voice had affected me.

"Hurry up its late and you have school tomorrow!" She snapped climbing the stairs to the second fool.

"Okay" I hummed as I walked towards the glass back door.