More of a told the guy i like i like him, then the graduation part.

Happy late birthday to HarmonyBenderFreak.

I want to thank everyone who helped me decide what to do, especially to FallenAngelBrokenSoul. Your words made me feel better about myself and really helped me decide what to do. Thank you so much.

My fav book characters come to my grade eight grad! Yup.

I know. This sounds stupid. But my middle school years are coming to an end and I'll be going to high school. Middle school was hard for me, I was bullied and lost a few friendships. For those in High School and older are gonna be like, "please, life gets harder." It's just, this characters were there for me these three years especially.

Divergent and Insurgent
Mortal Instruments
Infernal Devices
Throne of Fire and Serpent's Shadow
Lost Hero, Son of Neptune, Mark of Athena.

These books were there for me. I connected with the characters. But due to the category, and limited seating in the gymnasium, only the Maximum Ride characters will be at my Grade Eight Grad.

WARNING: COMPLETELY BASED ON TRUE EVENTS. SO IT'S KIND OF BORING. BUT DONT YOU WANT TO SEE HOW I TOLD THE GUY I LIKE, I LIKE HIM?

DOESN'T FEATURE A LOT OF THE FLOCK.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Flock.

"That looks dangerous." Max mused, her legs swinging underneath her as she sat on my bathroom counter.

"Only if it touches her head." My aunt said, putting the curling iron down. "Done!"

My aunt, who's birthday is today (happy birthday auntie!) was curling my hair for my grade eight grad. I don't think I've ever seen a naturally curly haired Asian before.

"Wow! Thanks." I turned my head from side to side. It really did look good.

"You're welcome! Maybe I should do your make up..." I knew she was thinking of my next to nothing skills in the make up department.

"Maybe you should." I agreed as she pulled out her liquid liner and go to work. Making me look pretty takes work. A lot of it.

"Aw, look at my baby growing up!" Nudge pretended to wipe a tear. Ignoring the fact that I'm older than her.

"You're school is so cool! You get to go zip lining, to the beach, go to the theatre and watch Man of Steel, have a dodgeball tournament, have a water gun fight and-" Iggy slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Let's go." He tugged Nudge and everyone else out of the bathroom, until it was just Max, auntie and I.

"Have fun today!" Auntie kissed my forehead when she finished and waved bye to Max. Then had to wave to each member of the flock, sitting on various pieces of furniture in my living room on her way out.

"Come one come on let's put the dress on!" Nudge squealed as she tugged me out of the bathroom in and into my bedroom. She flung open my closet and quickly pulled of my gorgeous blue dress we picked out. The straps were about three fingers wide, and had a thick, black sash around the middle. It reached the tops of my knees and was form fitting. (Link on profile.)

She helped me get into it, and when we were done, winked and flew out my open window. I peeked into the living room and noticed the whole Flock was gone, probably went to go get good seats in the gym at my school.

The one hundred fifty leaving grade eight nervously stood in a line in the gym. The principal would call our name, shake our hand, have our picture taken, then we shake the hands of five grade eight teachers. Or hu .

Standing next to me was my friend HarmomyBenderFreak. She saw me grinning and smiled back, her hazel eyes twinkling.

I spotted the Flock sitting next to my mom. They waved energetically.

I hear Nudge clearly through Angel. "She's sooo pretty in that dress. Well of course, I picked it. Blue looks so good on her. And her hair is just...wow. Her aunt did a good curling job! Maybe her nail polish should have been a little darker...eh it's fine. Oh jeez, my eyes are tearing up. There she goes, getting her certifi-"

Fang slaps a hand over her mouth. "Nudge, that's not her. You're watching some other Asian. Although, props to you for remembering what she looks like while watching someone else."

"Mmph." Nudge flushes embarrassed. My last name starts with W, so i'm at the end.

"You scared?" Harmony asks. Her long brown hair is curled and her hazel eyes are framed with dark lashes.

"I know I'm going to be lost." I roll my eyes. The high school we're going to has three floors and over a thousand students. Hell, the number of kids in my middle school is the number of ninth grade students attending my high school.

"That's what maps are made for." She sounds exasperated, but I know she's nervous because she cracks her knuckles suddenly, a habit we both have. It looks scarier on her though because she's double jointed.

We became friends just past year. Our school has a piano in the band room and i guess we both decided to go and play it, at the same time. We took turns, showin each other what we know. We bonded over our 24/7 piano playing and our similar bad habits. Cracking our knuckles and biting our nails.

Changing the subject, I ask, "What's up with the ripped jeans and purple t-shirt? The English teacher looks like she wants to force a dress on you. She specifically told you yesterday to not wear your jeans and a t-shirt."

"Eh, she can't do anything. So what if we're supposed to be dressed fancy, you can't catch me not wearing my lucky converse. It's my birthday too, can't hurt he birthday girl." She says sarcastically as I roll my eyes. Indeed, to go with her outfit she's wearing converse, as opposed to my black wedges.

"I didn't mean scared about high school." She returns to the previous subject. "I meant about telling-"

"I'm still debating whether or not to do it." I bite my lip.

Her name is called and I clap loudly. I smirk as our Math teacher, an intimidating man of about three hundred something pounds hugs her.

When my name is called, my friends and the Flock cheering the loudest. Gazzy took that moment to let one of his 'gifts' escape. The people around him seemed to be gagging.

I shook the principal's hand. Then hugged my Socials teacher who hugged me for a loooong time and told me I was one of her kindest, sweetest students. I think she said more but honestly, I was just thinking that the hug was getting really awkward.

Then my English teacher, who thanked me for doing all I did during the production in our Romeo and Juliet play.

Pause. I wouldn't normally tell you guys this, but it has to do with the guy I like, who we shall call Lamp.

"Romeo, you're on." I signalled Lamp to go on. My friend Cathy was playing Juliet, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous.

He went on, spoke his lines and to my regret, kissed her. Then another hour went on, just the two of us chilling backstage.

We fit in the hi/bye friend category. The one where you'll pass them in the halls, say hi/bye, then continue on. He just doesn't know I wish we said more.

We talked for a bit. I let slip I'm ticklish and well...

I'm just going to say, it was totally not my fault he found my ticklish spot on my stomach and started tickling so hard the audience heard me. Oops.

So we aren't total strangers. We went to the same elementary school.

Okay, press play.

As soon as i got to the math teacher, i stuck my hand out, which he had no choice but to shake. He surprised me by saying my dress was nice. Okay, so he didn't say anything about me, but that was a start.

Then my Science and advisory teacher, who thanked me for not being an annoying student and for actually being one of his best. Then it was over. Just the dance.

Well, squish in a half hour of photos. Me and HarmonyBendderFreak. Me and my other group of friends. Me and the Flock. The teachers and I. My mouth is really sore from smiling. I think it's stuck!

Call the paramedics!

Wait, I'm good now.

The parents left. The Flock sat on the roof and had Angel talk to me for them.

I don't know what exactly happened during the dance. Maybe it was the rented photo booth the teachers rented, (which my friends and I took another dozen pictures in,) maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the fact I was wearing lipstick instead of clear lip gloss?

But whatever it was, I kissed Lamp.

Yup.

On.

The.

Kisser.

Maybe you want to know the whole story. This is probably the only reason you read through my really boring beginning. So here it is.

When I Look At You was blasting from the speakers. Lights were spinning around the walls of the gym, like fireworks. Spinning, crazed purple and red beams.

And he was standing there. Harmony noticed me staring and hit me on the shoulder.

"Go! Tell him!" She said fiercely. "It's your last chance."

It's true. When will you ever get to in person? Angel asked.

Maybe we'll bump into each other at the mall! I don't have to do it now... I counter.

"I don't know..." I bite my lip and crack my knuckles.

"Oh come on!" Her expression looks a little mad. "You told me you've liked him since fifth grade. Why can't you tell him?"

"Because I-"

"Just do it." Her entire demeaned changes. She's a little bipolar. "You have nothin to lose."

I square my shoulders. Then walk.

And walk.

And then I'm a metre away from him. His friends are all around us and I'm feeling a little claustrophobic. Cathy, a friend of his as well, sees me coming. She's known what I've been planning and told me she had an elaborate plan to get rid of his friends. I can only hope it's really good.

Cathy shouts, "OMIGOSH THEY'RE GIVING AWAY DOUGHNUTS!" And runs out of the gym. Lamp's friends follow, strains of, "doughnuts!" bounce around the gym.

Okay. Not elaborate, but it worked.

He's about to leave too, until I put a hand on his arm.

"There isn't any doughnuts. Trust me." I smile nervously and hope he doesn't hear the butterflies in my stomach and the pounding of my heart.

"Damn." He grins good naturally. "Wonder why she yelled that."

"Well-"

"Hey it's a slow dance! Lets dance!"

"Wait wha-"

His arms wrap around my waist and I'm frozen. WTF just happened?!

Right. Cute guy's arms are around your waist.

I put my hands on his shoulders and am so glad I'm not sweating.

"So, no doughnuts?" He asks, mock pouting. We Canadians love our Tim Hortorn's doughnuts.

"No. It was a..." I cock my head to the side thinking of the word. "Distraction."

"Distraction?" He echoes. "To distract who?"

I hear Angel giggling in my head. She tells me that Fang went off to look for the doughnuts.

"Your friends." I'm surprised I see we're headed over to the photo booth.

"Tell me in here. I sense a story." He walks in and I follow cautiously. This isn't what I thought would happen. At all. I thought by this point he'd be brushing me off and I'd be crying in the washrooms.

The booth takes four pictures. In four minutes. They give us time to decide what we're doing.

"Well," we smile normally for the first picture. "I had something private to tell you."

"Really." The photo is taken and we wait for the next one. "What."

"That I like you." Oops. Not how Harmony and I had practiced. I was supposed to, doesn't matter, I wasn't supposed to blurt it out.

The next picture is my face so red and his mouth in an o.

"Wha...?" He turns toward me. "Are you physic or something?"

"No..." Okay what's happening? I don't know what's happening. I think my heart's going to burst out my my chest. Which would be a shame since it would ruin my dress.

"I was going to tell you that." His eyes are wide in earnest and I still don't believe him. He's mister popular and I'm, me.

Third picture is us just staring at each other. His expression is one of amazement, mine is one of total confusion.

"Really?" Great. My hands are sweating.

Oh. My. Gosh. Angel is at a lose for words. Which is okay because Nudge isn't. Angel relays everthing to me.

HOLY PANCAKES DID HE MENTION HE LIKES HER? Or did he mean to say he was going to tell her he liked him too? Holy pancakes, waffles, syrup and bacon I can't believe it.

"I know you dont think youre pretty or smart. but you have to believe that i think you are." He takes a deep breath. "I like you back is what I'm trying to say."

There's five seconds left. And I know what I'm going to do. He's staring at me so I take the chance.

I kiss him.

It's my first kiss. I didn't think it would taste of holy water and blo- wrong story sorry.

I didn't it would taste of strawberries, my gum and mint, his gum. It wasn't a story book kiss, but it wasn't an awkward fumble. And he didn't push me away.

It's the last picture. And it's going to be hanging in my locker next year. It will be all I have of him, since he's going to a different school. We're too young to date. In the future we might, but the whole age and different schools thing is in the way. So we agree to just keep contact.

But if I hadn't told him, would I have ever found out that someone like him, likes someone like me?

No. I wouldn't.

I can hear Harmony and my other best friends cheering. Totally forgot the damn photo booth didn't have curtains on the side.

Whoops.

Thanks to those who told me to go for it. If you hadn't, I don't think I would have told.

Everything here is true, except replace Harmony for my other friends and of course, the Flock wasn't there. And the photo booth scene was longer in real life because we talked about stuff you guys won't understand. Private jokes and stuff.

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