[ WP ] Remember *that one* crush you had ? The one you were too scared to asked out ? Well ... pretend you actually did .

*Just do it, you shy son of a bitch! Come one! You got this* I pep talked myself all the way over to Jay's lunch table and he smiled at me. 
 
 `` How are you, Bap?'' He asked with a mouthful of sandwich. *Why do I like this fool? * 
 
 `` Oh, I'm good. Just hanging around. Not doing much.'' I answered awkwardly. 
 
 `` That's good. Say, are you okay? You seem a little flush.'' He reached over and pressed the back of his hand to my forehead. *Oh my God, stop touching me. * He pulled his hand way. *No! No! Come back* 
 
 `` You feel a little clammy. Are you sick?'' He asked polishing off his bologna and cheese sandwich. 
 
 `` No, I'm just nervous.'' 
 
 `` Bout what?'' He slurped a Coke and tipped towards me as if to ask if I wanted some. 
 
 `` No thanks. I just, there's a guy.'' *Oh great you smartass. Let's NOT give him any obvious fucking clues. Dumbass* 
 
 `` Oh really, who is he?'' He poked fun at me and smiled like a fool. 
 
 `` Jayyy...'' *Well you technically answered. Idiot* 
 
 `` Come on! I need to know.'' He begged. 
 
 `` I do n't...'' 
 
 `` Please...'' He continuously begged and pleaded and prodded. 
 
 `` Fuck... okay, but you have to promise not to get weird. Okay?'' *Here goes... * 
 
 `` Yes, I promise.'' He smiled at me. 
 
 `` It's...'' 
 
 `` Mhm!'' He urged me on. 
 
 `` You.'' My answer hung there like a thick fog. It filled all the space in between us. He gulped. 
 
 `` Me?'' He asked quietly. 
 
 `` Yeah, you.'' *Practicing rejection like an art since'95* 
 
 `` Well, um, are you going to ask me out?'' 
 
 `` What?'' *What? * 
 
 `` I like sitting in silence just as much as the next guy, but if this is gon na work out I'd much prefer to be in a theater.''
