Okay, i'm going to start this off by saying that i'm Nico DiAngelo and it wasn't my fault. How was i supposed to be able to play with him staring at me! Okay, okay, i'll give you my backstory.
So i kind of fucked up big time. I'm in band, and we were going through our final rehersal before a big concert. I was especially excited because 1) I got a solo. And 2) I wanted to impress my crush by playing it perfectly.
As the conductor signaled for us to start I knew I was going to mess things up. I took a look Leo Valdez's eyes and got lost. It wasn't just his eyes. His cocky grin, those brown eyes that could melt the ice caps, the hair that he tried to comb back but still falls into his eyes when he plays, lets say that I had a bit of a crush on him.
As we played through our songs I continually made mistakes. And to make matters worse, everytime I made a mistake he looked up and made me lose my concentration. But that's not all. I took the trophy for worst clarinet solo ever played because my hands were getting sweaty.
When we played through our songs I was the first person out the door. I sat against the side on the building and tried to get my mind off him.
"Pretty distracting aren't I." Leo said suddenly. I jumped up, how hadn't I noticed him walking up to me?
"I don't k-know what you're talking about." I replied, stuttering my words.
"It's okay DiAngelo, I think it's really cute." Leo said, grin plastered on his face.
"Cute?" I cried dumbfounded.
"Yeah, whenever you look up and see that i'm staring at you your cheeks get red. You wouldn't happen to be interested in me would you?" Leo asked.
"Well maybe a little bit, but i don't really think that you'd be interested in me and I don't..." I was going to continue on but was interrupted by Leo pressing his lips against mine. At first I was tense, I hadn't seen this coming. But I eased into his kiss, because I had been waiting for this for a while.
We stayed like this for a few seconds. I was enjoying the warmth that seemed to be radiating off him, and was disappointed when he pulled away.
"We should do that more often." He said happily.
"Y-yeah okay sounds like a p-plan." I said stuttering my words again like a buffoon. He took my hand and we sat back down against the building, finally together.
