The Note

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You stare at the blank piece of paper.

"Today is the day.....I'm going to tell him." You remind yourself.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Your best friend asks you.

You face her and put on your best fake smile. "I'm fine y/f/n."

"No you're not." She raised an eyebrow at you. "Don't lie to me, you know you can tell me anything."

You keep your fake smile. "I'm not lying." You bite your bottom lip. (No not in a seductive way😒 )

She rolls her eyes with a loud sigh. "It's about him isn't it."

"Darn, she knows me to well." Your eyes widened and you sush her. "Shhh! Someone might hear you!"

"Well you could've told me in the first place. You shouldn't have to keep the things from me." Her eyes look at the blank piece of paper on your desk. "What grade are you in? Third? This is middle school sweetie. You don't have to write a note to y/c/n."

You cover your face with your hands. "But I'm a coward. I can't go up to him and say 'Hey y/c/n, I've had the biggest crush on you for the longest time. Want to go out with me?'"

"You don't have to, because I'm right here." You hear the familiar voice that makes you legs feel like jello.

You slowly uncover your face and look up. And there he was. Standing right in front of you with the stack of papers, that he probably volunteered to help pass out to the class.

"Don't worry y/n, I like you too." He smiled.

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