When I tell you this is a romance story, you might think: Sweet! Who’s the lucky lady? Well guess what? We’re both boys. Hi. Let’s start, I’m excited. Chapter 10 Roses are red, violets are blue. 14 on the 14th is golden. Just like you. “Argh! I sound so dumb!” I crumple up the piece of paper and toss it in the trash. “Naur, it’s sweet!” Ivy croons. “I think it sounds a little corny.” Thorne mutters. “SEE!?” I exclaim. “Thorne.” Ivy elbows Thorne. “Hey!” Thorne rubs their side. “Well I have to ask him out somehow…” I rub my face. “Ugh.” “It’s his birthday. You should get him a present.” Thorne advises, nodding to themself. “And the present should be a kissssssssss!” Sings Ivy, always the romantic. “You guys are literally no help!” I huff. “KISS HIM!” Ivy squeals. “Wha— he’s not even here! How would we even kiss?” But my brain can’t stop from pulling up Arch’s face in my mind. “Love always finds a way.” Thorne deadpans. “That makes ZERO sense!” I protest. “Let’s practice your flirting!” Ivy declares. “Pretend this pillow is Arch.” “What? No!” Ivy whacks me with the pillow. “Wrong answer!” “Okay, please be serious? How do I ask him out?” “He’s gay.” Thorne says. “WHY HAVE YOU BEEN WITHHOLDING THAT INFORMATION!?” I scream. “I told you he liked guys!” “Okay fine, but gay is good. Gay is very very good. His dating options are like, me, Kenny, and are there any other queer guys here?” “Probably not.” Ivy chimes in. “It’s not that romantic, getting together because you’re each other’s only option.” Thorne muses. “Ugh, but I like him way too much.” “Almost time for English!” Ivy beams. “Oh man.” I groan, but my heart pounds in my chest. I sit down next to Arch. “H’lo.” He mumbles. “Hey.” “Why’d you sit next to Ivy yesterday?” “She needed romance advice.” I answer truthfully. “Oh, cool.” “Don’t you just hate crushing on straight people?” I ask. “Oof, yeah.” Arch sighs. “Hey today’s your birthday right?” I query. “Oh, uh, yeah.” Splotches of blush appear on his dark cheeks. Does that mean he likes me? “Um how’d you know?” “Erm, just heard someone, uh, mention it, in the halls.” I go pink. “Oh.” Arch says. “Well, yeah, it’s my birthday.” “Right!” I exclaim. “Birthday head pat.” I pat him on the head 14 times. His hair is really soft. Arch laughs nervously. “Ah.” “Um, actually there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about…” But unfortunately class starts and I don’t get a chance to finish. Not exactly the most romantic place to tell him anyway, but, it’s something. The bell rings to signal the end of the period. “What were you saying earlier?” Arch asks. “Oh, um, I don’t remember. Uh, have a nice birthday!” I dash away. I’m such an idiot. Such an idiot. I had a chance. I need to write him a letter, or something, just explaining. Later that nice I have a flashlight and burger shaped stationary, scribbling furiously. Arch is at a birthday party with some friends, and I’m a bit hurt that I wasn’t invited. But he barely knows me, I barely know him. I need to get to know him. I need to learn everything about Arch Zamboni. Yikes that sounding stalker-y. I’m such a creep. I just want to know the guy I’m falling in love with, that’s not weird. I want to be his friend, and then his boyfriend. Dear Arch… I pause and chew on my pencil. Why am I writing on paper shaped like a fast food confection? Do I confess first? Or get to know him? I need him to know. I don’t want him to think the feeble friendship we have is only because I like him. //Dear Arch, ok this is kinda dum, but here me out. I kinda have a crush on you ❤️❤️❤️ do you like me? Ace// No that’s dumb. And I’m pretty sure I spelled some words wrong. I crumple my burger paper up and toss it across the room. What am I going to do?
Okay, it’s been AGES since I’ve updated, but this is a really long chapter, and I’ve been really busy with my own crush complications. (Heheh heheh I think(hope) it’s going well) Anyway, I present, a wonderful new chapter, if you’re reading this you probably already read the new chapter so I hope you liked it. It was kind of a word-vomit-vent but isn’t that the point of writing? To vent your insecurities and have people empathize? Anyway, thanks for reading and sticking with my nonsense for a full 10 chapters. Also, it may not seem it, but I’m getting ready to wrap this up with a hopefully fulfilling ending. Thanks for everything, please drop a like and fave, thanks for giving me a reason to write.
