A/N: Ok just a couple of quick notes here,

Italics Flashbacks
Normal Present time

This is my first story posted on here, so enjoy! Let me know what you think after!

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This was it. This was her chance to tell him how she really felt, and hope he felt the same way!
But how should she say it? Who’s advice should she take, Becky’s or her Mom’s?

Flash back to earlier that day

Nicole sighed as she absent-mindedly stirred all the bubbles out of her pop using a straw.
“You’re thinking about him again aren’t you?” asked her best friend Becky.
Nicole looked at her with a guilty expression,” Yeah I guess I was”
Becky rolled her eyes “ Nikki why don’t you just go and ask him to the movies or something?”
“Because he will say no, and our friendship will be ruined.” She said sadly.
“You don’t know what he will say!” Becky argued.
“You just don’t get it” Nicole told her
“Don’t get what?”
“Becky every guy in school wants to date you! You look like a model; you’re funny, smart, and confident! I’m none of those things; I’m just an ordinary girl. Why would he say yes?”
Shaking her head at her stubborn friend Becky replied “How many time do I have to tell you that you are beautiful? If you don’t take a chance and ask him, you’re going to spend everyday wondering what would have happened?”
Nicole sat there thinking about what her friend had said. “I wouldn’t know what to say,” she said.
“Tell him you want to go see that new comedy movie. If you both have fun together then tell him that you like him.” Advised Becky.
Just then the warning bell rang. “I’ll think about it” Nicole said as she gathered her things and headed off to her next class.

Becky usually knew what she was talking about, but Mom’s always know best, don’t they?

lash back to earlier that evening

Looks like you’ve got something on your mind” Her mom commented as she switched lanes.
“Hmmm” Nicole muttered
“Feel like sharing?” asked her Mom.
Nicole was silent for a minute. “There’s this guy I like, but we are friends. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by telling him I like him.”
“I see”
“What so you think I should do?”
“Well” her Mom said, “ I think you should tell him how you really feel”
“But what if he doesn’t like me that way?”
“Then at least you tried. Do you want to wonder if he likes you, while he is out dating other girls? Besides why wouldn’t he like you?”
Nicole nodded as they pulled into the parking lot. “Ok… maybe I will try.”
Her Mom smiled. “That’s my girl! What was this guys name?”
“Dave”

Nicole was still trying to figure out what to do when Dave came back with their drinks.
“So this talent show is lacking a lot of talent eh?” he said as he sat down.
Laughing she replied, “I dunno, that guy in the chicken costume was pretty good!”
“Really?” He said. “I don’t remember him, I must have been asleep already!”
Nicole just laughed.
Looking at her he asked, “Wanna play ‘Truth or Dare’? We still have twenty minutes of intermission left.”
“Sure” she agreed.
“Okay, Truth or Dare?”
“Truth”
“Was the guy in the Chicken costume really that good?”
“No!”
They kept going back and forth asking simple questions until…
“Okay Truth or Dare?” Dave asked her
“Truth”
“Who do you like?”
Nicole looked at him with surprise, “Uh…. Well his names starts with a ‘D’”
“Danny? Daniel? Derek?”
Nicole shook her head, “Nope”
“Drake? Drew?”
“Nope”
“Well who else could it be?”
She just smiled at him.
“Come on Nicole! Please tell me?!”
Just then the next act started, so they couldn’t talk. But Dave kept poking her and giving her pleading looks. Finally she took out a pen form her purse and wrote on the paper program. Giving it to him was hard to make her self do.
Dave took the program, it read ‘you’re an idiot. What does your name start with?”
Nicole was watching the stage intently so she didn’t see his eyes widen in surprise or the smile that cam across his face.
Dave leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’m not an idiot!” he whispered in her ear.
Nicole placed her hand on her cheek where he had kissed her, and smiled. “You sure about that?” she asked.
“Positive” he replied as he kissed her lips.