“Why won’t you just do it already?” Luke spoke, running a hand over his face in agony as for what felt like the a hundredth time, he tried to convince his best friend to ask you out.
“It’s not that simple, and you know it.” Calum grumbled, looking hopelessly across the school corridor to where you were waiting outside your lesson, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and a baggy sweater thrown on over your body. Calum thought you looked beautiful, even if you had woken up in a rush that morning without time to get ready properly.
“Look mate,” Luke began, “you’re usually a cocky little shit when it comes to girls, so what’s changed?”
Scowling at him, Calum shook his head. He couldn’t help but freeze up around you ever since he had seen you cheering at his soccer match once, making his heart skip a beat.
“Now for the last time, go and speak to her.” And with that, the blond boy gave Calum a big push in the direction of his crush before sloping off down the corridor to his next class.
Anxiously, Calum somehow managed to walk in a straight line towards you, clutching his books to his chest and licking his lips before he smiled at you.
“Hey,” he greeted, leaning casually against the wall beside you.
“Uh, hey.” You responded, trying not to freak out as the boy you had been crushing on all year stood opposite you. “Not to sound rude, but what are you doing here?”
Calum flushed red before awkwardly scratching the back of his head, assuming you wanted to know why he was speaking to you for the first time.
“Yeah, right, about that,” he mumbled, “I just wanted to tell you how gorgeous you looked today.”
Calum breathed in a deep breath, hoping that it sounded as smooth out loud as it did in his head. Did it? He wasn’t so sure.
“Really?” You blushed, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater nervously.
Smiling down at you gently, he nodded his head. “Yeah, you look great with a ponytail.” He gave your hair a small flick, making it swish backwards and forwards, eliciting a giggle from you.
Just as you were about to ask again why he was outside the wrong class, the teacher opened the door and Calum begun to walk into the lesson, looking behind him at you as he sauntered in. You giggled lightly before reaching out to grab his sleeve, pulling him back.
“What are you doing?”
He raised an eyebrow as if he didn’t understand your question, running a hand through his hair.
“I’m flirting with you, obviously.”
Your eyes went wide, but you let out a small laugh and shook your head in amusement, a smug smile pulling at your lips.
“No, Calum. I meant, what are you doing here? This isn’t your lesson.”
“Oh!” He spoke, understanding finally falling on to his face as he covered it with his hand. “Oh god, that’s embarrassing.”
Still silently laughing, you leant over and gently pried his hand away from his face, seeing the embarrassment clear in his features. He was so adorable, you thought to yourself.
“Nah don’t be embarrassed, it was nice for you to finally speak to me.”
Even though his face was still flushed, he grinned at you, trying to regain his cool.
Since Halloween is close to coming up. I wanted to get a head start on my costume. I can’t decide. Between mike-o-wave and Dr. Fluke which do you think would easier to recreate? P.S. I can sew if needed. P.S.S. I know I’m behind on the don’t stop for Halloween trend but past year I didn’t have the money for a costume.