A/N: Written for 'Richonne Love Letters Challenge' for richonnefics on Tumblr – Day 2: Secret Crush
This is a High School AU. Enjoy!
The sound of chatter, sneakers squeaking on the floor, and clanking lockers filled the bustling corridor. Rick Grimes held the small piece of paper in his hand and then glanced around the immediate area; his peers and classmates all retrieving items from their lockers as they were ready to go home. His hand was slightly shaking as he eyed the words written in his own, slightly messy scrawl.
Dear Michonne,
I don't know what to say. I don't even know if I'll get the guts to say it to your face, so I'll go ahead and write it down. I think about you all the time. I think you're the smartest and prettiest girl in the whole school. You're so nice and kind and funny. I could listen to you talk all day long. I hope when you read this you'll be wearing the biggest, brightest smile. All I want to do is see you smile.
From,
Your Secret Crush
Before he lost his nerve, Rick folded the note and slipped it into Michonne's locker. His heart was pounding and the noise from the hallway was being drowned out by the ringing in his ears. He felt slightly giddy as his stomach fluttered; a small grin playing on his lips. He waited a moment while he let the feelings of excitement wash over him.
"You didn't have to wait for me, Rick," came a feminine voice; Rick's head turned to see his neighbor, Lori, approaching. She smiled sweetly at him as he stepped out of the way to give her access to her locker.
"It's ah, it's…" Rick stammered when he saw Michonne sauntering along. She looked so animated and jovial as she spoke to her friend, Sasha, while they walked in his direction. Rick felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes met hers for a moment. He offered her a crooked smile, which she returned in kind.
"Nevermind," said Lori as she slammed the door of the narrow storage compartment and shook the boy from his trance; looping her arm through Rick's, she added, "Tell me about it on the way home."
Michonne's frown was missed by Rick as he straightened up and walked with his friend; the urge to look back at Michonne was strong, yet he did not give in to it. If he had have, he would have seen the bright and beautiful smile that graced her features when she found his note and read it.