of course :)
Misfit_Bassist:
Did all of this happen the night you messaged me?
It might not seem like an important question to her, but if I were the one who helped make her smile, even if for a moment, it would make my whole fucking life.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Yes. I admit. I used you for your company on one of the worst nights of my life… Do you forgive me?
Do I forgive her?! There's nothing to forgive. I would gladly do it a million times over.
Misfit_Bassist:
You're forgiven… this time… JK ;) You can use me anytime.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Phew. What would I do without you?
Misfit_Bassist:
I don't know. I guess cry over some douchebag. Haha JK… again. Don't worry, Candi, I'm not going anywhere.
Talking to Andrew these past few days has been amazing. Every morning in history, we make plans to talk online when I come home from cheer practice. As we're supposed to be listening to Mr. Ferguson’s lecture, we end up passing notes back and forth to each other using his notebook.
It usually starts with me complimenting his newest, roughly sketched doodle. Today, it's a messy heart with my name in it. The blue ink he uses to scratch the heart on the paper is slightly scribbled on top of multiple faded navy lines.
“I love it.” I messily write next to the small picture in the margin by the bent metal spiral. My view quickly moves from the notebook to the front of class, while I'm trying to keep fromgetting caught sending notes rather than paying attention to the roles of the legislative branch of the United States government.
On the outside, I'm trying not to seem so excited, but on the inside, I'm blushing, and it feels like my heart is about to burst out of my chest. The simple design hits me like a tether ball in the face. I think I might like Andy. More than like.
I want us to be more than friends. It's not too much of a ridiculous idea, is it? Sure, he and I are… different. The two of us would look silly walking in the halls together. Something about him makes me look past all of that. I want to spend more time with him outside of class and just behind a computer screen.
“Psst,”I try my best to whisper to get his attention. He doesn't turn to look back until I nudge his bag with the white tips of my shoes. His sneaky tactic isn't fooling anyone when he reaches back and grabs the other end.
I wonder if he notices the dreamy look in my eyes when I fixate on the way he scribes out another quick thought. “Candi…” his note begins under my messy handwriting. “I like you… like a lot.” Can he notice the ways my eyes widen? Could he read my notes in my head like they're written in music? If that's the case, I don't know whether to be giddy or super embarrassed.
He slides the notebook closer to the corner of the desk, and I quickly snatch it by the bottom half. “Candi… I like you…like a lot.” No, I didn't make it up. He really does like me.What should I do? Am I supposed to just play it cool? Should I tell him how I feel, too? What would everyone think? I just got out of a relationship with Zane…
Andy bounces his knee and taps the end of his pen on the desk as he waits for my response.Come on, Candi. Just tell him. It's not like anything bad could happen if you do. It's just Andy.“I like you too.” The words flow out of me so easily.
There are only two minutes left of class, so I hold on to the notebook a little longer, and I act like I don't notice his side-eyelook every few seconds.I want to tell him, not through secret notes or MySpace messages.
“Okay, class. That's it. Get the heck out of here.” My history teacher teases in time with the bell.
“So…” Andrew turns in his seat before grabbing his notebook from my desk.
“So…” I playfully parrot his words.
“About what I said… I…” He looks so disappointed as his eyes point down at his boots.
“I like you too, Andy… like a lot.”Damn that smile… Please don't ever stop looking at me like that.
Cheer practice can't end soon enough. The clock on the wall in the gymnasium seems like it's frozen in time. Maybe if I wish hard enough, it will move by quicker.Come on… please move.
“You know, practice will go quicker if we actually practice.” My best friend, Brittany, jokingly taunts with one hand on her hip and the other holding her crimson and navy pom poms.
