Author: AssortedDogs812 PM
We look inside the heart of a thirteen year old girl who has never known love. However, upon starting high school she is starting to gain feelings for a close friend. But what if her crush is only twelve? COMPLETELY MADE UP!Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,810 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 08-06-12 - Published: 07-20-12 - id: 3043716
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It was Valentine's day. I went up to him, heart hammering. I was holding my handmade card. When he looked at me, I stared, my mind blank.
He was so cute. Short, but that was one of the reasons he was cute. I wasn't too tall myself. But he seemed to understand me, and I wondered if he felt the same way about me. My mind flashed back to when he was reading the book on crushes. Does he have a crush? And who is it?
I remembered earlier today, when I made my card…
"What are you doing?" asked Mum. "I'm making…uh…a card?" I said nervously. My mum smiled evilly, "For your VALENTINE!?" My face went red. "Uh…no?" My Mum seemed confused, "But why else would you make a card on Valentine's Day?" I realised what I had said, grabbed my finished card and ran out the door.
I had accidentally let my friends find out. They were all giggling when I walked past them with a card. I put my card in my bag with a very red face.
My friends had tortured me with questions like, "So, who's your boyfriend?" and "Who's the lucky guy?". I had blushed terribly, for I didn't want them to find out who it was I was crushing on. For I was already embarrassed that I would admit my love to him today.
All week we hung out and had some cute moments. Like one day I dropped my pencil and he picked it up, sharpened it and handed it back to me, looking down shyly. Another day I tripped and he caught me just in time, causing me to blush.
And during the cross country race, he and I were in front of everyone else, but when I saw the finish line, I stumbled somehow and couldn't move. He won, and I came second. However, I was glad he won, and even congratulated him in front of the whole school.
But why did I stumble right when I saw the finish line? Why did I just stop and let him pass? Did my body subconsciously let him win to avoid him getting mad? Either way, I was happy with the results.
Now that I mention it he did seem pretty concerned when I stopped moving. After he passed the finish line, he immediately came over to me and asked if I was ok. I quickly snapped out of my paralysed state, and passed the finish line.
So here I was, standing in front of my crush. I showed him my card and before I could talk, he got out a card of his own.
"Will you be my Valentine?"
I stood there, shocked. He, my crush, had just asked be to be HIS Valentine! I knew there was only one answer to that question.