Over Anticipate
She was sitting on her bed, staring at the picture of the two of them on her phone. She had a crush on him, and it wasn't a little nineteen year old, butterfly in the tummy thing. This was full blow, dreaming of him, picturing their life together crush. She wondered if he could ever fall in love with her, he was always at work, or takin' care of his brother, he probably didn't have any time for her, and no matter what the timing was never right. She sighed and rested her head against the wall and looked out of the window her bed was pressed against. She supposed it didn't matter. She thought about taking the bus out to where he lived, it was almost two in the morning, but she knew he'd still be awake. She just wanted to see him.
She didn't even know what she would do if they were in a relationship. She wanted to call him her boyfriend, but she'd only had two and they never did much. He was so much older than her and she knew he'd had plenty of lovers. He was experienced in ways she'd never know. Somehow, that didn't matter to her. She just wanted to lay with him under the covers, their bodies pressing against each other, naked or clothed didn't matter. She kept telling herself to be patient and to wait, all of the flirting and little touches would lead to somewhere, but she knew she was over anticipating everything. She always did when it came to loving him.
She bit her lip, deciding to take the plunge. She just had to know. She jumped on that last Saturday night bus and rode it to the end of the line, making plans for when she was going to see him. She timidly knocked on the door, hearing the television playing loudly from inside. Her stomach was filled with butterflies as she waited for him to answer the door. She knew he liked his space so she wasn't sure how he would take her being there at two thirty in the morning. Her foot was tapping out the beat to a love song as she waited. She knew she was over anticipating his answer, but she couldn't help it. He opened the door and looked down at her. She blushed when she realized he was shirtless. Before he could ask her what was wrong and what she was doing there so late she just looked up at him. "Could you fall in love with me?"