I think I love him
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Michael nervously ran to Brianna, who didn't seem very shocked that Michael had found her in the middle of the field.

"Hey, Mikey." Bri smiled. "What's up? Something you need?"

Michael ran his hand through his hair and couldn't stop grinning. "Ummm… yeah, I wanted to ask you if… you liked anyone." Michael wanted to hit himself and run away. This probably wasn't the best way to start a conversation.

Bri looked at Mikey for a moment and then blinked her diamond eyes. "Yeah. He's wonderful." Michael's heart jumped. She liked someone? Who?

"O-Oh? Really? Do I know him?" Michael hoped he knew him. He wanted to beat the shit out of him. Bri raised an eyebrow and hummed.

"Yup, he's absolutely gorgeous. I love his hair and his wonderful eyes." She sighed dreamily.

Michael was fuming, but kept his head about it. Bri was playing with the flowers, picking them and then throwing them high into the air. They circled around her and Michael thought his heart jumped a beat.

"Do you like someone, Mikey?" Bri asked, placing a lone flower that fell into her hair behind her right ear. The older boy didn't answer for a few moments.

"Yeah… She's absolutely beautiful. She has long hair that shines in the light. Her eyes are clear and as light as the sun. She's perfect." Bri watched him ramble on about his crush. She smirked inwardly.

"She's sounds like a lucky girl. You're a good guy to have around."

The silence that followed was awkward for Michael, but Bri seemed fine. Her mother was the exact same way in these situations. Michael's inner turmoil was running very low and his confidence wasn't helping in the least. What if she said no?

"I can't tell you what her answer will be, but if you don't take the chance, you might never know the answer."

Michael breathed out. "Bri… I…" Lips suddenly captured his and they fell to the ground. Michael automatically grabbed onto the body that fell on his. The lips pulled away and a smile graced them.

"Вы мне нравитесь, Mikey." Bri spoke confidently (possibly because she knew he didn't know a word in Russian).

"What?" He asked, lips tingling.

"I said 'I like you'." Bri chuckled.

Michael blinked, a grin broke his face open and his eyes shined. "Well in that case; Je vous aime aussi." Michael may not know any Russian, but he perfectly knew French.

Bri leaned down to kiss him once again, wrapping her arms around his neck. Michael sat up, Bri sitting in his lap. The skirt she wore didn't help his overly active thirteen-year-old mind. So many thought entered his head about her.

They broke apart, panting and eyes watching one another. Bri suddenly started laughing, confusing Michael so badly that his jaw dropped comically.

"What's so funny?" He asked, concerned that he wasn't a good kisser and she was making fun of him for it.

Bri just shook her head. "Nothing, just… surprised that we're here together. We were best friends, now…"

Michael breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, yeah. I guess that is pretty strange." Michael chuckled with her. He kissed her again, wanting more of her sweet taste.

Allowing him to kiss her, she pressed herself against him, hoping to get closer to him by any means.

She broke apart this time and got off him. She stuck out her hand and helped him up. Smiling at each other before giving each other one last kiss, they walked off.

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Michael walked into the house, grinning stupidly he knew. His father was reading a book and he decided to sit next to him. A moment of silence passed.

"So, what happened?"

Michael grinned harder, "I don't think I like her." He saw his father's face bulk and saw the oncoming question. "I think I love her."