"Ms.Nunez, you should consider a job in acting. Very convincing." I said, still faced away from Alex towards the door. To be honest, I was afraid of what would come next. When I planned my little scheme, I hadn't quite gotten that far yet. Then again, I also hadn't expected Alex to catch on so quickly. Maybe she'll catch on this time so I don't have to say what's on my mind point blank. The idea of flat out telling her that I want to be with her makes those stupid butterflies in my stomach start to flutter. And those butterflies have been sleeping for a very long time. Only recently, when I've been with Alex have they decided to spread their stupid creepy wings. Oh man, I really am losing it. I'm talking about butterflies like they actually exist in my stomach.

"Yeah", she said while I turned around to look in her eyes, "well we had some pretty good rehersals way back when.". She had on that smirk that she makes when she's daring me to disagree with her. But I couldn't. The fake argument that we had seconds before was pretty much modeled after all our previous arguments from months, even years before. I emitted a small laugh and muttered that I knew what she was talking about. I finally remembered that the closet we were standing in was seven-by-seven feet, meaning that we would have to eventually get close enough to touch. Just as I was thinking this, Alex decided to shuffle in closer towards me. Our legs were tangled, and her hand was on the wall behind me, leaving our faces 4 inches from eachother at most.The smirk had vanished off her face, and she had an expression on very similar to the one she had before she kissed me. But I was prepared this time. Scared out of mind but prepared. I closed my eyes and wait for her to lean in.

" Hmm...this closet smells like pine." I heard Alex's voice say this due to the fact that her face was so close to mine. However, I kept my eyes closed for another second, hoping that I hallucinated that, and that her lips would crah into mine before I had to face the reality of what she actually said. I opened one eye, and saw her with a face on that look horrified with herself.At least she knew that comment had bad timing written all over it. It really would have been adorable coming from her if I hadn't wanted to kiss her so badly at that particular moment.

" Seriously...didn't it used to smell like feet and butter?" she said raising an eyebrow sniffing the air. She is so cute and just...un-tough. It's ridiculous, I don't know how I missed it before. She's right though, this closet used to reak.

" It did, trust me, it did. I cleaned it and sprayed some de-stinkifying stuff before you came in today because I couldn't stand coming into this room anymore." I sniffed the air next. I may have over sprayed the fresh pine scent a little, but hey! It's a lot better than 'feet and butter'. It looked like Alex had gotten over the embarassment she was feeling a second ago because the smirk made yet another appearence accompanied by two raised eyebrows. I wasn't sure what I had said to make her get that face on, but I'm sure glad I said it because she looked so hot with it on. But why? Does she still think that "Queen Bee" doesn't do any work?

"What?" I asked trying to intimidate her. It must have worked a little because she actually blushed and started fiddleing with the mop handle. I pulled her hand away, and very sneakily,(or not so much) kept it in mine. " Alex why are you making that face?" I said pouting. She finally averted her eyes and answered in a voice that screamed "smart ass",

" Well it's just...were you uh-expecting to use the closet today?" she risked a glance towards myself who, I am humilated to state, must have resembled a tomato. But, I'm a Michelchuck, I can cover my tracks quickly, and sound confident while doing it.

" Wouldn't you like to find out!" I said giving her a taste of her own smart-ass-medicine. But this just made her turn away again and bite her lip.

This time, instead of getting unsure of myself and questioning how she feels, I smiled to myself. This was getting ridiculous, we keep missing the perfect moments. Just then I remembered something that I learned a long time ago. If you want something done, do it yourself. Alex had already kissed me twice, both times I screwed up enough to make her to freaked to EVER want to try again. And I'm not being cocky ( too much anyway), but I know that she wants there to be an "us" just as bad as I do. So the next perfect moment, or even the not so perfect moment, I'm just going to kiss her.

Alex was leaning against the wall and I walked over and basically pressed my body against hers. "Are we honestly not going totake advantage of being locked in a closet together for an undefined amount of time?" I asked, my lips literally millimeters from her ear. I had my hands on both of her hips, and my legs wrapped around hers. If she wasn't getting the point I was trying to make by now, I'm not sure how else I can say it.

She went to speak, but no sound was coming out of her mouth. I saw her swallow, my hand running up and down her side. She tried to speak again, "what...what do you uh mean?". Her voice came out low and horse which basically pushed my little blond head over the edge. With my lips still very close to her lips, I said the words that did it.

"You know exactly what I mean", and at the word 'mean', I let my lips brush her earlobe. Suddenly, Alex moved so quickly, I didn't even have time to register what had happened.