The next few days I had been so excited for. Just to see his face. But I never did. Not for 1 and a half weeks. Then when I thought I should get back to reality and stop day dreaming about this boy who I hardly know and forget the fantasy, I saw him.

But he wasn't alone.

He was smooching the face off a girl. I know her quite well, but we weren't close. I felt crushed.

It was as if he had cheated on me, but we weren't even going out and I didn't even know if he had feelings for me in the same way I had feelings for him.

I walked past trying to control the tears and hid my face with my hair. As I was about to turn the corner, I glanced at him for a split second, he was looking at me too but I just looked away and left.

For the last week of school before half term, I was ill. Quite lucky really because I didn't really want to see him – try to get my mind off boys.

It was quite nice, I spent the majority of it sleeping, watching childhood films, house hunting episodes and reading the extra doses of magazines Mickey had brought me.

On the Wednesday I had been sleeping all day after a pounding headache but was then rudely awakened by a knocking at the door around 4:30. So I slipped off the sofa, popped on a dressing gown and tied my hair into a messy bun.

I hoped it was the mail man but I couldn't check because there was no peep hole like in my last house.

So I opened the door, peered round the corner and died a little inside because there stood a wind-swept hunk of lankiness called Bertie.

He bit his lip at the sight of my delirious and slightly thwarted face then forced out a "Hi" with a lazy hand gesture.

I stuttered a "hello" trying to control my urge to shout at his innocent little face about how he "cheated on me".

It turns out he was sent to give me Miss Hutchingsons homework which made me feel a little depressed because I thought he was here to generally see me.

So I thanked him and went in for a hug but he seemed to be doing that too so we just ended up bashing into each other full of discontent.

It was outrageously awkward.

That evening I had imagined how our meeting should've gone, it went something like this:

Me: oh hi bertie

Him: oh hi Frankie

Me: so, this is nice

Him: Yes. Indeed. So, you're looking well, want to go out?

Me: oh okay sure.

Well not as pathetic as that, but still, my mind got the gist of things.

SLEEP

I had returned from the dead after Christmas to be welcomed into an overly excited school getting ready for their yearly play which molly and becca had decided to audition for (my two besties, yeh I haven't talked about them yet).

So I awkwardly agreed to audition with them for a bit of bants..

Yeh.

As we arrived at the main hall I could smell the tension. People had generally planned their life around this production!

Right? Well we crept in behind what seemed like a lifetime queue of waiting, and believe it or not, they were all auditioning for the part of Masie in "once upon a dream", a romcom I have heard. And the best part of all is that the main man role has been taken by a royal hunk of bang-worthy-ness from year 11.

Maybe I'll actually try to get noticed if the prize is a kiss with this "hottie". I mean, what's so bad about that?

Obviously the first handfuls of girls were ameturish but as it got on, they were getting better. None the less, the judges were not in favour of any of them, Becca told me that you can tell if a judge likes one of them, and no signs have been noticed yet.

So then it was Molly, and me and Becca belted out an enthusiastic applaud as she entered the stage because she had an insy bit of performing sickness.

She sung "sweet dreams" by Beyonce, I must admit, she was amazing. Hard for me to follow, but I got up the courage and went next.

I was singing "Run" by Snow Patrol. A true fave of mine.

I had my own twist on it of course but I wasn't expecting to win so just tried my best.

Oh and half way through my chorus of "if you ha-a-ave a choice, even if you cannot hear my voice.." a baffled Bertie appeared at the back of the hall leaning on a pole structure with a smug look.

I was completely dismayed but he somehow pushed me on and the crowd were.. stunned?

Even Becca and molly, but I think they were more stunned because they knew of my crushems on bertie and seeing him at the back as I was singing would cause anyone to look shocked.

When I finished, no-one spoke. A stunned bertie looked around in amazement and came strolling over as I sheepishly left the stage not knowing if I was good or if I had un-knowingly barfed everywhere and that shook everyone to silence.

Just as he was about to speak to me, a judge stood up and applauded then asked for me to be positioned as milie right away!

Nah-ah.

Becca and Molly broke the awkwardness and ran over to me screaming forcing Bertie away..

But before anything else happened, an oldish blonde going grey judge stood galvanized at the thought of me and Bertie.

She wanted him to be the main… boy.

At this point I had fainted in my head and so had Becca and Molly by the looks of it.

!

I was going to sing, dance, act watevs and FLIPPING KISS HIM.

I didn't even know if he was talented or not but they didn't seem to care.

Then that night I had done some research, you wouldn't believe it, but, yes, but, Bertie, you ready for this, Bertie is like a fricken famous actor.

Mhmm, I know

Mhmm, he's been in shit-loads of stuff and he's got a youtube channel.

I think it's happened – I think I've fallen for Bertie Gilbert.