He was cute. Not hot, not gorgeous. Just cute.
"You can do so much better!"
"He's not right for you."
"There are so many other people better looking."
Those are the words my friends have been saying for years, when I had first told them that I thought Bryan was cute. I felt bad for liking someone my friends obviously thought wasn't good enough for me, but that didn't stop me from thinking he was cute. My friends can't force me to think differently.
I had first noticed him at the beginning of middle school. He was in my band class and argued often with one of my best friends, Mandy. I would join in because she was my best friend and I had to defend her. After a while, we got into our own arguments. But not all of our conversations were arguments. We talked about which friends of mine he liked, how annoying some people could get, and the next hike most of the kids in our grade were going to go on to prepare for the big one at the end of the year.
That was when I started to notice that he was cute.
The more we talked and argued, the more I liked him. I told Mandy because I told her everything.
"He's not cute!" was the first thing she said. "I can't believe you think he's cute."
That was the last time I told her anything concerning my crushes. She would think all of them were ugly.
My other best friend, Claire, wasn't so forward about her opinions. All she told me was that he wasn't a good person.
Throughout 8th grade my crush strengthened and all my friends knew it. They teased me and Mandy, in all her immature glory, gave him clues about who liked him. Luckily she spelled my name wrong. Now, in 11th grade, I considered Bryan one of my best friends. I told him everything, and although he wasn't as open, I still knew things about him that other people didn't. The only thing he didn't know about me was that I had the biggest crush on him. At least, I thought he knew everything about me.
I had just barely slammed my locker door shut when somebody jabbed me in the sides. I screeched and thrust my elbow back, catching the culprit in the stomach. I spun around as he bent over, clutching his stomach and trying to get his breath back.
"Oh my gosh, Bryan, I am so sorry," I said immediately, covering my mouth. "I didn't know it was you!"
"It's ok," he wheezed. "I should have known better."
I tried not to laugh, keeping my hand where it was to hide the smile. "I'm still sorry."
He straightened. "I'm good," he said wincing.
I couldn't hold the laugh in any longer. It wasn't funny, but that didn't stop me. Bryan actually told me I was easily amused once and I laughed. Maybe he was right.
He glared at me. "I don't appreciate it when you make fun of me."
"I'm sorry." I chuckled. "I really am. And I'm not making fun of you."
"You enjoy seeing me in pain."
I shook my head. "No, I don't. I don't even know why I'm laughing."
"It's alright, I feel better now," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder and guiding us away from my locker.
I pushed it off. His touch made me feel nervous and he also had a girlfriend. One that I set him up with, ironically.
Speaking of his girlfriend, "How's Jessie doing?" I asked. "She hasn't spoken to me all week."
He shrugged. "I wouldn't know. I broke up with her."
"Probably the same day she stopped talking to you," he said calmly.
"Since Monday? How did I not know this?" I demanded.
He shrugged. "I didn't think it was important."
"Not important? Bryan, this is Jessie you're talking about!" I practically yelled, stopping where I was and facing him. "You guys were perfect!"
"Did you really think that?" he asked skeptically.
No, I almost said, but instead I came out with, "Yes. You two were so cute together!" They were cute, but I'd seen and set up cuter couples.
"Personally, I think you're cuter than her anyway," he said nonchalantly.
I blushed and stepped away, suddenly realizing how close we were. Still he came closer, causing me to run into the lockers behind me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What was I supposed to say?
Soon there was practically no space between us. I looked down, my face burning hot. I had to say something, quick. This was my chance and I couldn't let it get away.
"Thanks." Thanks?! That's it? "You're cute, too." Oh geez, kill me now.
He chuckled and put his cool hands on my crispy cheeks, making me look up at him. He just smiled at me before bending down and pressing his lips to mine. I was completely caught by surprise. I was expecting him to say something that would make me like him even more. But I did kiss him back and it was a sweet, heart melting one. For a guy who wasn't model worthy, he sure knew how to use his lips. And tongue, but we'll get back to that later.
When he pulled away, I tried to hide my pleasure by biting my lip, but it was still pretty obvious I enjoyed every bit of what just happened. Bryan was still standing close, but he let go of my face.
"Will you go see a movie with me this Friday?" he asked.
I looked up, blushing darkly and smiling happily. "Are you asking me on a date?"
"Well, yeah, at least, I think so." He cocked his head to the side cutely.
"Ok, what movie?" I asked.
He grinned and backed away. "It's a surprise. Be ready at seven."
I nodded. "Movie on Friday. Got it."
He started to walk away, smiling at me the whole time. "I'll see you later."
And as he walked away, I couldn't help but marvel at how cute he was.
I got the inspiration for this when the first three sentences popped into my mind. I was like "OMG that's perfect for the beginning of a cute story." So I wrote it down and started to write the rest of the story. And this is what I came up with. It's crazy because this is how I imagined it in my head, but when I was finishing it, I realized that it was only three pages long. I thought, "what the heck! What am I missing!?" And that was on Monday. I tried to lenghten it, but it got really dumb and so I decided to just keep it three pages long. I wish I could get more in it without it sounding off, but right now I can't. I'm just glad I finally got something down.