Willa's P.O.V
There he is. Dell Philby. We've known each other for about a year now, and I've learned that Dell Philby isn't the kid you think he would be. He's funny and nice and smart. He's always caring and-wait...what's this...this feeling inside me? Is it...love? Do I, Willa Angelo, have a crush on Philby? If I do like him, does he like me back? How does he feel? So many unanswered questions...
Philby's P.O.V
There she is. Willa Angelo. I've known her for about a year now, and I think I can say that Willa Angelo is one smart, courageous, and funny girl. She likes to take risks, yet she's shy. She loves adventure in the parks at night, yet she's afraid to step out of her comfort-zone at school. She's pretty and nice and-oh God. Oh GOD! I like Willa. I LIKE WILLA! Could this be? If so, does she feel the same way? How does she feel? Ugh, so many unanswered questions...
Willa's P.O.V
"What up, Philbs?" I asked Philby as I sat down next to him on a bench on Main Street.
"Nothing much, Wills. Nothing much."
Wills. That's cute. I love it.
"I guess that's fun." I laughed.
"Eh, it gets pretty old after a while. I mean, it is nothing..." He joked.
"Yeah..." I laughed.
We talked for a while, until Philby randomly changed the subject.
"Soooo..." He said. "Do you have a date for the dance yet?"
I was taken aback by this question, but answered, "Nah, I don't think anyone would want to go to our school dance with "that girl"."
Our school is holding its annual "girls-ask-guys" dance on Friday night, which is tomorrow.
"Really? You think that?"
"I don't think, Philby. I know."
"Well, I know somebody who would want to go with you."
"Huh?" I asked with raised eyebrows.
"I know somebody who'd be more than happy to go to the dance with you if you asked."
"Like...?"
Is it him? Please say yourself, Philby. I thought to myself.
"Me." He mumbled.
"Who? I didn't hear you." I asked even though I heard him perfectly.
Philby's P.O.V
I cleared my throat. "I said Spencer."
"Oh." She said. A hint of disappointment was in her voice.
"What's wrong?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing. It's just, I don't like Spencer like that, you know?"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean he's rude and always does the most stupid things to try and "impress" me. It just doesn't work. I like guys who are just...themselves around me."
Like me! I thought.
"Well, if we're talking about what we don't like about Spencer, I'm just gonna say that he's a conceded, ignorant, oaf."
"An oaf, Philby? Really? Of all the things you could have called him...!" She laughed.
"Hey!" I laughed. "No need to be skeptical."
For a while we talked about Spencer and how much of a jerk he is. After that, it got really quiet and awkward.
"You know, Philby, I forgot to ask. Do you have a date for the dance?" She asked completely changing the subject.
"Huh?" I asked.
Willa's P.O.V
"Huh?" He asked.
Oh my Gosh! Did I really just ask him that?! Gah, I'm so stupid! I thought to myself. The words just came out of my mouth.
"Never mind." I said.
"No, I want to know what you said. Did you ask me if I had a date for the dance?"
I didn't answer immediately. When I did, I sighed and said, "Yes. I did."
"No. I don't." He said, locking eyes with me. "Sadly."
"Really?"
"Yep."
This is it. I'm gonna ask him. What's the worst that can happen? He says no? No big deal...I hope he says yes!
"Well, you know, Philby...it is girls ask guys...and neither of us have dates..."
"Continue..." He said smiling and, most likely, catching on to my point.
"And...I've liked you for a while now and uh...I was wondering if you would want to...go...to...the dance with me maybe?
Philby's P.O.V
"Maybe?" I asked laughing. "So, you're not sure if you want me to go with you or not...?" I joked with her.
"What? Just answer the question, Dell!" She joked back.
"Pushy much?" I laughed.
"Well...?" She asked.
I just sat there, staring at her, leaving her in suspense for a little bit longer. "Yes," I said, "I'd be more than happy to go with you, Willa." I smiled.
