..often when it’s just the two of you, doing nothing but talking. It starts off boring at first, with you asking questions and him giving half-hearted responses. This was only because they were the general questions of: What did you do today?.. How are you?.. and so on. He didn’t mean to sound rude, and you knew that. But then, the conversation shifts towards more interesting topics. Once, he talked about his favorite songs. To give you a better understanding, he shifts over to reach his phone and opens up the music player so you could hear that exact song. He hands you his earbuds and watches as you put them on. Your expression shifts from uncertain to interested to a genuine smile. He likes it when you acknowledge his taste in music. He loves your little head-bobs and lip-syncing tendencies as you really get into the song. Your actions reminded him how compatible the both of you were. He looked forward to sharing something new with you every time.
It’s during the day he finally realizes his feelings for you. The both of you have been hanging out for weeks now. At first, it was nothing but friendship on his end (and yours as well), but lately he’s started to notice the little things about you. He’s been caught staring at you more than once as you tuck your hair behind your ear when it gets in your face or when you rub your eyes when you’re feeling especially tired. To him, observing you is the most interesting thing in the world. He finds you the prettiest when you’re just doing your things. But he denies his feelings for as long as possible. He doesn’t want to ruin this friendship. When his friends tease him about you, he brushes it off and says the both of you are friends. Even to his ears, it sounds off, but he’s stubborn and feeling a bit more cowardly than usual, so he sticks with this lie for as long as he can. It works out fine until you come over to his house and fall asleep on his bed as he’s doing homework at his desk. He turns over to see you facing him with your eyes closed and your head tucked onto your arm. He moves his fingers to tuck your hair out of your face and says, “Damn. I love this girl.”
…after months of teasing you about the silliest things. He doesn’t realize it at first, that he’s fallen for you. It started off as curiosity. You were different compared to the people he usually hung around with. He liked that you didn’t care that you were silly; you embraced it wholeheartedly. He admired your ability to make friends easily; that was how he noticed you. You had gone up to him and said, “Hi,” like it wasn’t the weirdest thing to do ever. As a stranger, he felt like a deer caught in the headlights even though he replied back. It was awkward at first to tell you about himself, but then he warms up to you, and now teases you like no other. This was his way of showing that he cared, and it wasn’t like you didn’t do it back either. He looked forward to your interactions. It always led to him laughing a lot. And then it dawns on him one day. He’s texting you goodbye because you were finally going to bed, and you send him a smiley-emoji. He laughs and thinks about how you were the best, ever.
At the end of your date night, you were walking hand-in-hand. The goal was to walk off the meal you had enjoyed. He was keeping you company because that’s what a good boyfriend would do. Plus, he didn’t have anything better to do. You break off as the both of you near the park. You say that you haven’t been there for ages, and he smiles charmingly at how excited you were. You head straight for the slide and attempt to slide down smoothly but end up stopping multiple times on the way down. When you reach the bottom, your disappointed expression makes him laugh aloud. You pout and rush off towards other parts of the playground. You move towards the monkey-bars. He leans against the pole holding it up and looks on curiously as you gallantly attempt to lift yourself towards the next bar. This continues on for a couple of minutes before you finally settle on the swings, moving your feet back and forth slowly. He’s sitting next to you, and casually moves his swing towards yours. You face him, your face expressing confusion and he just thinks about how he really, really likes you.
He’s thought so since the first day he met you. Every time he sees you, he wants to tell you, but you’ve always had a boyfriend before he could gather up the courage. He thought, this was just his luck, being unable to say anything because ruining a good relationship was not what he wanted at all. Some time after he first laid eyes on you, you became friends. It was okay with him for the most part, until you broke up with your boyfriend and complained about all the crap you had to deal with to him. But he saw how upset you were and how much you still loved that jerk, so he would nod quietly, feeling a bit unhappy himself. He waits the appropriate amount of time for you to get over the break-up, but he chickens out of telling you every single time. And so, the cycle repeats. You get a new boyfriend and he’s still on the sidelines, wanting to be a good friend, but also feeling angry at himself for being unable to tell you exactly how he felt. He feared rejection and ruining the friendship you both built. So he tells himself that the next time you’re free, he’ll try his best to say something. And, eventually, he does.
..before realizing he’s said it out loud. You blush furiously as his eyes widen. You punch him in the arm and say, “Whaaat?!” But instead of taking it back, he just nods solemnly and says, “You heard me!” When he realizes that you weren’t going to respond back out of shock, he frowns, “Why are you surprised?! We’ve been on more than a few dates already!” You shake your head and your mouth opens and closes a few times. He laughs loudly. You clear your throat and say, “I-I just didn’t expect you to say it like this.” You gesture to your surroundings with people walking past you in a hurry, down the street, towards some particular shop. He thinks about it for a few moments before, “Well, it’s a good a time as any. Why not say it now?” You bite your lip and he looks at you curiously as you attempt to form an answer. “I..don’t know..” you start off, “but, I guess, I always just pictured it..differently.” He presses on and asks what you thought would happen, but you refuse to answer, feeling extremely embarrassed as it is.
Aside from his own friends, you were the one he was always with at school. When you became friends, it was easier to get to know you, but still he never tried anything with you. By the time you realize you like him, you felt disheartened, thinking that he would never feel the same way; if he did, wouldn’t he have said something by now? You try to keep the feelings in, but being the type of person to dive into a situation headfirst, you end up telling him how you feel one day on accident. He had invited you to the movies, and you thought it might’ve been a date but then you see that his friends had tagged along and you realize that it was probably just a regular hang out. He asks if something’s wrong. You refuse to tell him at first, but as the trailers are ending and the movie is starting, you blurt it out loud (in a whisper of course) and then refuse to even acknowledge him as the opening scene plays. If you had, you would’ve noticed his silly smile and bright red face as he took in the extent of your words. He glanced over a few times, trying to catch your attention, to tell you that he felt the same, too.