I look up at you for what is probably the third time in the last five minutes. Your head is tilted to the side, your cheek resting on your on cupped hand. Do you know that you pout when you're studying? It's freakin adorable. You get that little crease between your eyes above the bridge of your nose and you stick out your bottom lip, just a little bit.
Every time I look up at you, my heart beats a little faster. I actually want you to catch me looking at you. I want you to ask "what?" so I can tell you that you're cute. I mean, I won't. Of course I won't. I'll stumble and say something Melanie-like. Maybe, "Can we get food? My stomach is eating itself" or "God, I'm so bored, I'd rather stare at you studying than actually study. Hey, maybe I can absorb your knowledge through willful telepathic osmosis."
… Whoa, that was actually kind of clever. Alright, I'm going to say that. I think it'll impress you. Now I have a reason to stare until you look up. It doesn't take long. You look up at me, all doe-eyed and suddenly self-conscious.
"What?" you ask.
"You're cute." Shit...
