I Don't Have a Crush on a Guy Who Cried at a Teenage Love Story.

I tousled my hair. I was getting ready for my date with Frank, exactly a week after we’d met at the cinema. I wanted to look just as I had when we met – he seemed to like the way I’d looked then.

I left my bedroom, and was walking to the bathroom to check my appearance in the mirror, when my younger brother, Mikey stepped out of his bedroom.

“What reason do you have to be smiling on a rainy Saturday afternoon?” he asked with suspicion.

“I’m allowed to smile,” I responded defiantly. Mikey crossed his arms and looked at me in a way that only he could.

“Why are you blushing?”

“I’m going on a date. You won’t have heard of one of those, Mikes.”

“Give me the details! And I’ve been on more than you!” he said defensively. I rolled my eyes

“He’s called Frank and he’s really hot,” I said, trying to keep the dreamy tone out of my voice – I didn’t need something else for Mikey to tease me about.

“Where did you meet him?You never leave the house,” he pointed out. Again, I rolled my eyes.

“I’m going to be late, I need to go.”

“Fine,” Mikey said, “But tell me everything as soon as you get back.” I assured him I would.

Frank and I had been texting all week and I couldn’t wait another second to see him in person today – and without the tear-stained eyes this time. Frank and I had hit it off instantly. It’s so strange how you could talk to someone for just a week and feel as if you’ve known them forever.

I left the house and practically sprinted to the bus stop. I took a seat on the bench and tapped my foot impatiently. The damn bus seemed as if it would never come. If only I could buy a car. But how do you do that with no money?

I virtually leaped up every time a car rounded the corner, wishing it would turn out to be the bus. When it eventually came, I almost pissed myself out of pure excitement. I was so jittery, I didn’t think more caffeine was the right option. No, I decided, you could never have enough caffeine in your system.

In what felt like an instant, I was at the coffee shop. I paused before entering. Man up, Gerard, I told myself.

My eyes scanned the room, and I found that Frank was already here, and was seated at a table near the back. I almost stopped in my tracks. He looked great – better than great. He wore a red cardigan over a white t-shirt, and his hair was sticking up unevenly. I melted into a puddle, right there on the floor. They could’ve erected a sign: watch out, sticky teenage boy goo on the floor. Oh god, no, that’s gross. I shook my head, escaping from my thoughts.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” I said, and I could’ve slapped myself for not getting here earlier.

“It’s okay, I just got here,” he said with a smile. I hoped to god that he was telling the truth.

“I’ll order for us,” Frank offered sweetly. I thanked him and gave him my order.

“No shit,” he remarked with a grin – shit, even his teeth were perfect. “That’s my order too.”

For whatever reason, the situation seemed fucking hilarious to me. I cracked up in laughter, and he did the same. We sat there, giggling like idiots, for a good five minutes before he finally pushed himself to go get our drinks.

In his absence, I was left to wallow in self-consciousness. I hated my laugh. I hoped he didn’t think I was a moron now.

Frank returned with our coffee. I brought the cup to my lips and swallowed the strong liquid. I let out an embarrassing noise of content.

“It’s good?” Frank chuckled. I nodded sheepishly.

We chatted like good friends until we finished our drinks, and it was the most natural conversation I’ve ever engaged in. We just clicked. It shocked me how much I liked Frank. I knew I should stop myself from thinking about how much I liked him, it was, after all our first date.

When we finished our coffees, we agreed to take a walk around a nearby park. We ambled down a wide path, trees lining each side. Frank took my hand, and my heart fluttered. Not for the first time that day, I was dumbfounded by how much this boy influenced me. But really, who could blame me? One look at him and anyone would feel this way.

We continued to chat, sharing jokes and laughing together. We sat together on a bench.

“I had a lot of fun with you today,” I told him, a smile plastered on my face.

“Me too,” he responded, and I saw him gazing at our interlocked hands. I felt as if nothing could take away my smile. Well, if a dead dog showed up at my feet, I’d probably stop smiling. You know what I mean.

“I like you a lot, Gerard,” he said, his entrancing green eyes meeting mine.

“I like you too,” I replied.

And that was when my heart exploded.

Notes

I hope you like this chapter because it took me about an hour. Probably because I stopped after every paragraph to go on tumblr. But I still worked hard on it