I walked down the long pink halls of the school building, a small crumpled piece of paper resting in my palm. I was nervous. Nervous as hell to be more specific. The feeling bubbled in my stomach as I could feel my hand beginning to sweat, the heat of my hand probably dampening the paper. My heart's beat began to race faster and faster with each step; with each step towards that large door. Behind that door someone was waiting. I told them to be, and in response I received a nod. Knowing him he would be there, he wasn't the kind of person to stand someone up. At least, I don't think he is.
I could feel the flow of wind through my hair as I walked. The breeze immediately ceasing once I stopped moving.
The Third Music Room. The place where I told him to meet me. I was here, and if I didn't know any better by the way my heart was pounding in my ears you could've sworn it was a bass drum.
"Kaoru." Another voice spoke, deep, relaxing, creamy, melodic.... The sound just fills my stomach with that fluttery feeling.
I could feel heat flowing to my cheeks, and I knew this wasn't fake like those times when I'm with my brother. It's real, I swear it is. The urge to back out came over me, but I was here; I couldn't do that. I would've wasted time that could've been useful to him.
Walking closer to him, he stared, the light refracting from his glasses. I uncrumpled the paper that lay in my palm, and held it in both hands. Scanning the words with my eyes; pause. My lips froze. I couldn't speak. A cold, yet relaxing hand, rested on my shoulder. He knew what I was doing, my actions just gave it away all for me.
Blink. Blink.
I looked up at him, staring deeply through the glass that protected his feelings and all things that made someone vulnerable. I wanted to know what he was feeling. No, I needed to know. I just had to.
...And I was answered as his, suprisingly tender, lips pressed against mine.
When he pulled away, I could've sworn I saw stars or fireworks or something, and that's the last thing I remember after confessing to you.
A/N: It sucks; sue me. I wrote this on paper during my english class. I've never written a fic on paper before, so that would be a good excuse for it's suckishness. Review, please.