We're sitting in his room doing homework. I decide to take a break and watch him for a little bit. I think about how we've been friends for a couple months and his sister has been my best friend for over a year, but I really don't know much about him. I know he's smart, he loves playing the piano, he's close to his family, and he's heartbreakingly beautiful.
But I don't know anything I actually want to know. How does he feel about being adopted? What's his favorite book? What does he want to be when he grows up?
How does he feel about me?
"What's your blood type?"
He stares at me.
I cannot believe I just asked him that, of all things.
"Why do you ask?"
I try to look nonchalant. "Just wondering." To be honest, I don't know.
He shrugs. "O negative."
My eyes almost pop out of my head. "You're kidding! So am I."
"Huh."
We sit in an awkward silence.
"I'd give you a kidney." Why on Earth did I say that? I mean, I'd definitely give him a kidney, but that's beside the point.
He gives me the perfect crooked smile that I love. "What if I gave you one first?"
"I'd give you a lung, then."
He smiles again. "What if I gave you one first?"
I decide to be brave and take the risk. "I'd give you my heart."
For a little while, he just looks at me with those gorgeous green eyes. "I already gave you mine."
After a few seconds of stunned silence and excessive blinking, I manage to ask him, "Why?"
It's a stupid question, I know.
"I knew I could trust you with it."
This time, I'm not only speechless, I'm grinning like a lovesick fool.
So I kiss him.
All the cheesy romance novels say that a kiss with someone you love feels like electricity.
They're right.