Decisions, decisions. Just thinking out loud.

I'll leave it up to you to decide whose POV this is.

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Okay. This is it, brain. She's right over there. By her locker. All we have to do is walk on up there and ask her. Couldn't be easier. Let's... No, wait, ask her what? What are we asking her? We can't just ask her out, not straight off like that.

What do you mean, why? Because it would be weird! How would we feel if she just walked up and asked us out? Well, yeah, we'd be pretty stoked, but this is different. We don't even know if she likes me. I mean, we've hung out a few times, but...

She's closing her locker! We need to move fast. So, what are we asking her? We could ask her to... Dinner, that's it! We just ask her to dinner. Nothing suspicious about that, just good old dinner. Everyone does it. Nothing strange about dinner. We all love dinner. It's one of those things that...

All right, all right! I'm doing it. Glide across the floor, super-casual, here we are, right in front of her, smile, smile - whoa, not too much, that's creepy. We don't want her to think we're on medication. Now, we just...

We can still back out, you know. Just say something about the weather and get the hell out of here. What do you mean, 'what have we got to lose?' We've got plenty to lose! Yeah, it's all right for you, you lump of gristle, I'm the one who'll get laughed at from now until the end of school. No, I can't do this. Abort! Abort!

Well, thanks for that. Some brain you are. What happened to fight or flight? Now she's staring at us.

I know she's pretty. I can see she's pretty. That's not helping.

Words! I need words. I've gone blank. What were we going to ask?

Nice try, sicko, if I ask her that, she's going to run a mile. No, it was something about...

Dinner! That was it. We just ask her out to dinner, simple as that. We ask her out to dinner, she says no, and then we can go home. Right. Let's do this thing.

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Well, there we go. That's that. My life is ruined, it'll be all over school. But least I won't end up spending the rest of my days wondering whether we...

Whoa, wait! Back up. She said yes! Oh crap, we didn't plan for this. How could you let us not plan for this?

Stay calm. And for God's sake close your mouth. Smile a bit. Look interesting. No, look interested. No, both.

Come on, we need to say something. Ask her where she wants to go, that's it. Let her do some work for a change. You can't screw up if she picks the restaurant.

Damn it. She wants us to choose.

Nozu's? Seriously? That's what we're going with? We go there all the time! We spend half our lives in there, you might as well invite her to the girl's bathroom.

Do NOT invite her to the girl's bathroom. You know, sometimes I wonder what's gotten into you. I never knew I was so dirty-minded.

Hold on, she's smiling. Laughing? No, definitely smiling. Sure

'Sure'? 'Sure' sounds hopeful. 'Sure' sounds like she doesn't mind that you invited her to a crappy restaurant. 'Sure' sounds like...

Damn. 'Sure' sounds like she doesn't know it's a date. Yeah, I know we discussed this, but that was our exit strategy. Now she's said yes, we want her to know.

Now what? She's still smiling. She looks pleased. Really pleased. Hug? No, that might be going too far. Hugs haven't been our thing recently.

Just touch her. What? No, not like... if you screw this up for me, brain, it's a lobotomy for you. I mean it. On the hand. Or the arm. Anywhere. Just a little familiarity, just slightly more than friends, but subtle, without making a big...

What the...? What the hell are you thinking? I said touch her, not kiss her! Oh, God. Oh God. We've done it now. That was way too...

Hold on. Hold right on, there. Deep breaths. She's still smiling. That's got to be good, right? Please let that be good. And now... What's happening? Her head's getting bigger! No, wait, she's just getting closer. What's she doing with her lips?

No, this can't be right. This can't be happening. Action stations! Incoming! Come on, brain, don't fail me now, she's going to …

Brain..?

Brain?

I...

Oh...

Mmmmm...

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Actually, brain, don't worry about it.

I think I got this.