Girls like Girls like boys do, nothing new.

My eyes drifted to the boy with silver hair. His name was Riku, and he sat a couple of desks in front of me – that's how I liked it. I never sat in front of him, and I rarely sat remotely near him. I much preferred being a couple rows behind him so that I could see the back of his hair. And once in a while, I'd get to see his face. If I saw his face too much though, I don't think I'd be able to pay attention in class.

I've "known" Riku since the sixth grade when he transferred to my middle school. We weren't friends, but it wasn't like we didn't know each other, either. Both of our last names started with M, so we were naturally in line together pretty often. And we'd always say 'hi' to each other in the halls or in class, but it wasn't usually more than that.

I guess I was fine with it.

Riku was a jock, but not the stereotypical jock that most people think of. He was on the swim team, but not the captain, and I know he played hockey outside of school. He wasn't mean, either, and his friends weren't either. Our school didn't necessarily have cliques, so the whole bullying nerd thing wasn't actually a thing here. Though, I had been bullied in eighth grade, but that had also been when I realized I had a thing for Riku. Riku protected me against this guy named Seifer. He even took a punch for me and helped me up and made sure I was alright.

That had been our longest conversation.

Before that incident, I had always assumed I was into girls. When I was younger, I remember having the biggest crush on my friend Kairi, and that lasted a while. But when Riku saved me, I don't know, it was like I couldn't look at anyone else. He had been nice to me, and he didn't have to.

I'm pretty sure I don't actually like him, though. And I definitely don't love him. But I know I've had a crush on him since the eighth grade. I feel like I didn't know him well enough to 'like' him, but I definitely felt something for him, and that was a crush. It wasn't even hard for me to admit that I was into him, so me 'coming out' hadn't really been a big deal for me.

Anyway, as usual, Riku's sitting a couple seats in front of me, and he's paying attention to the teacher. Oh wait, he's turning to stretch.

I avert my eyes of course, not wanting to get caught, but I peak a glance at him anyway. I hadn't seen him that day yet, so this was my first look of the day.

He was ridiculously pretty, I swear. His eyes were aquamarine and his skin was really pale – like, it shocked me how he could live on an island and have no tan. But that was one of the many wonders of Riku, I guess. He was just perfect.

Actually, could he stop it please?

He looked back toward the teacher, and I went back to my staring. I probably seemed pretty creepy, now that I thought about it, but didn't everyone do this with their crush? Didn't everyone sigh and daydream while looking at their object of affection? I'm almost positive I'm not alone on this.

Wait. Was someone staring back – Oh my God, Riku's staring back. Riku is staring back. Crap. Crap. I'm dead. Holy shit. Ugh.

"Hey, Sora?" I heard his perfectly deep voice address me and I had to stop myself from passing out – I'm not even kidding.

"Umm, yeah?"

"Class is over."

Oh, thank God. "O-Oh, yeah, thanks," I said, before rushing to put all my stuff in my bag.

I hear him walking towards me, and I can't help but gulp. Holy fuck. What's going on?

"So, do you always stare at me during class?"

Crap, crap, crap! I'm dead. Fuck. Kairi, I give you my stereo. Roxas, I give you my-

"Sora?"

"Umm, n-no," I stammer. I can't help it. "I'm sorry, did it seem like it? I get dazed. Like, really dazed. I didn't even know what class this was. What was it? I was in lala land."

Oh dear God, I sounded like a dumbass. God, strike me now.

"Oh, yeah?" he grinned. He grinned. At me. Life is a beautiful place. God, don't strike me yet. Maybe after this conversation.

"Well, I got the homework if you needed it," he said, holding out a paper to me and I happily took it. "See ya' 'round."

And the beautiful human was gone and out of sight. He was probably off to his friends – or ya' know, his next class.

I opened the folded paper, and instead of the homework, I'm pretty sure it was a note.

"You know, you're kind of cute when you're checking me out.

Here's my number - XXX-XXXX

Text me your address and I'll pick you up at 8. Or if you're busy, text me and tell me when you're free.

PS. Yes, I'm asking you out on a date."

I read over the note over a dozen times, even with the next class filing into the room. Actually, I kept at it until the teacher screamed at me to leave her classroom – so I did. And I walked, and I read the note over and over again. I don't even think I made it to class.

Boys like Boys like girls do, nothing new.

Author's Note: So I got the idea to write this while in class, staring at the person I'm currently attracted to. And I've been addicted to Girls like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko lately, so as I was being that creep and looking at her, I had that song running through my head. Yeah, I'm a nerd. xD

But I hope you guys like this little drabble!

(not related to anything I've written)