I wanted to ask him out. Man, was I stressed to tell him, and I as so afraid the words would fall, drowned. He had a smile bright as an LED light, teeth whiter than the the original Neanderthal, hair as black as coal. I knew I had to ask him out, for I felt if I didn’t, someone else would. Pulling the roses from the dirt, I ran up to him standing in the school yard. I tapped his shoulder and he spun around as if he knew.

I was older. He was different than what I remembered in my head or had thought I’d seen from across the class in science. He was much more handsome and kind. For once, I felt as if the world revolved around me, but just for a slight amount of time, no longer then a few seconds.

“Yes?” he spoke. I froze up like an icicle was stabbing me in the throat.

“Hi!” I said with a shout, “I’m C-----, would you like to go out? No? Great, I'll see you later?”

Looking at me and hearing how crazy I sounded, he said, “I think what you meant to say was, ‘Would you like to go out sometime?’ Well, yes, of course I would.”

Turning and walking away he shouted, “Tomorrow at 7? We can meet up?”

“Yes, meet me by the schools rose bush next to the Charlotte maple tree.”