Looking down at my steps, one foot in front of the other, walking home.
"Hey, Liza. Wait up!" I hear my name from behind me, my heart racing at the familiar voice. Slowly turning,
I see his face a few meters in front of me, perfect hair flopping over his face as he jogged toward me.
"Um... Hey, Matt. What's up?" I laugh lightly, twisting my fingers around the strap of my backpack. He grins,
and slows in front of me. "Uh... Hi." He says. My heart hammers in my chest, toes twitching violently in my sneakers. I smile in
return, too nervous to say anything. Why are you talking to me? Me? You don't even like me. I wanted to scream, but I
only bit my bottom lip, waiting for him to continue. "I just wanted tosay that I'm sorry for not telling you before or anything, and now the
years over and I just..." He pauses, looking down at his beaten up converse. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he runs
his fingers through his hair. Let me help you, a voice inside of me whines. "Just say it." I say, softly trying a smile. My mind races with
all of the possibilities that he could finish that sentence with. "Okay." He lets out a feep breath, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Eliza, I really like you. I wanted to tell you, but I thought that you thought that I was a jerk, and was kinda freaking out so I didn't
want to tell you during the year, because that would have made it awkward, so I waited until the end, but now I'm thinking
thats kinda stupid, cause, if you like me, and I really don't know if you do, but I really hope you do..." He rambles, trailing off, playing with his fingers. I smile, trying to hide excitement, my grin stretching wide across my face, probably making me look like an idiot.
But that was the last thought I had. Holy crap. What. Freaking pinch me. He likes me?!
Thoughts running through my head, my heart racing. I couldn't think. I lost control over myself, so nervous and happy, I trusted
my instict. Squeezing his hand, I find his eyes on mine. He looks at me. Really looks at me. He gazes into my eyes, the
dull borning brown eyes, and makes me feel confident. "I really hope I do too." I slowly inch forward, releasing my hand from his, placing
it on his shoulders. He smiles, a real smile, a smile that makes my heart beat a million times faster. A smile that makes
me so warm and happy inside. A smile that makes me feel like I can't mess this moment up. A real, beautiful smile.
He bends his neck, just a little, placing his hands on my waist. "I really like you." He repeats, whispering. I don't trust myself
to speak. He smiles one more time,and squeezes his hands. I give in.
"Just kiss me, damnit." I whisper.
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