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- Sep 26, 2021
Conrad held his breath as he approached her on the field. It was like he could feel every vein in his body pulsating with each frantic beat of his already overly fast heartbeat. His head was spinning, he felt nauseous, even though ultimately he had nothing to worry about. She had already told him to ask her. But he had no idea what to say, or how to say it. Just getting up the courage to say anything at all was a testament to the lack of confidence he had in himself.
It was an ordinary enough day in early July. The sun was shining, the sky the kind of azure you only see in fairytales. It was the last 'Sports Day' that he would have to attend as a student, individuals in various states of sports gear lining up in their coloured groups on the field.
He had been trying to get her attention for longer than he cared to admit. He was persistent to a fault, each knockback a crushing defeat on his part. But they'd become close in the 9 months since she had caught his attention. They talked about everything, sat next to each other in Psych classes. Drew nonsensical things on the edges of each other's notes. But as always, he had seemed to have landed himself in the place of reliable confidant. "Friend-zoned again" was what his friends teased him with. The truth of the matter was that he hadn't quite felt this way about anyone in the way she had made him feel. He'd had crushes sure. The odd relationship here and there that was online exclusively or that only lasted a weekend, only causing him to act callous and mean to the unknowing female on the other end.
Having given up all hope, he tried to shift his affections, telling her things that would make her think that he had his focus set on someone else. That was until the night before this brutally tense July morning.
She had messaged him over the messaging service they often used to chat to each other, with the pretence that she needed to offload some information to him. He expected that it was her new crush, or some other guy had confessed his affections to her yet again. having to sit back and offer the objective opinion that he knew deep down he couldn't give. But the words came back that he couldn't believe. "I think I like you. Would you ask me out again." That evening his heart was in a panic. She wanted him to do it in person, but she had already shot him down once. It was almost like some kind of cruel joke.
And that was what had led him to this point. A bundle of nerves. Expecting the whole thing to be some kind of cruel joke. He wanted the whole thing to be a fresh start. But they'd spoken so much, she remembered everything. Something that even he himself couldn't begin to fathom how she managed to do such a thing. He knew the little things. She loved the green Skittles, just like him. She had a thing for the artistry of black roses, something she would claim was her favourite flower, despite not appearing in nature. She had an unhealthy obsession with the lead singer of some band he couldn't stand.
He approached her slowly. As always, she was surrounded by their friends. Well her friends. He really didn't have any friends that weren't hers first. He'd taken the start of this year to branch out. New classes, new him. His old friends were a bunch of jerks, at least in his eyes.
Taking her hand, his own already clammy with nerves and the unreasonable heat of the day, he took the most abrupt approach and dragged her away. "Will you go out with me." He blurted out, with such a tone that he would later be told actually scared her slightly. But for this moment in time, she was kind. They both felt the same way after all.
She took his hand, seemingly not minding the state of the sweat on his fingers, an "Of course!" being her only reply.
It was an ordinary enough day in early July. The sun was shining, the sky the kind of azure you only see in fairytales. It was the last 'Sports Day' that he would have to attend as a student, individuals in various states of sports gear lining up in their coloured groups on the field.
He had been trying to get her attention for longer than he cared to admit. He was persistent to a fault, each knockback a crushing defeat on his part. But they'd become close in the 9 months since she had caught his attention. They talked about everything, sat next to each other in Psych classes. Drew nonsensical things on the edges of each other's notes. But as always, he had seemed to have landed himself in the place of reliable confidant. "Friend-zoned again" was what his friends teased him with. The truth of the matter was that he hadn't quite felt this way about anyone in the way she had made him feel. He'd had crushes sure. The odd relationship here and there that was online exclusively or that only lasted a weekend, only causing him to act callous and mean to the unknowing female on the other end.
Having given up all hope, he tried to shift his affections, telling her things that would make her think that he had his focus set on someone else. That was until the night before this brutally tense July morning.
She had messaged him over the messaging service they often used to chat to each other, with the pretence that she needed to offload some information to him. He expected that it was her new crush, or some other guy had confessed his affections to her yet again. having to sit back and offer the objective opinion that he knew deep down he couldn't give. But the words came back that he couldn't believe. "I think I like you. Would you ask me out again." That evening his heart was in a panic. She wanted him to do it in person, but she had already shot him down once. It was almost like some kind of cruel joke.
And that was what had led him to this point. A bundle of nerves. Expecting the whole thing to be some kind of cruel joke. He wanted the whole thing to be a fresh start. But they'd spoken so much, she remembered everything. Something that even he himself couldn't begin to fathom how she managed to do such a thing. He knew the little things. She loved the green Skittles, just like him. She had a thing for the artistry of black roses, something she would claim was her favourite flower, despite not appearing in nature. She had an unhealthy obsession with the lead singer of some band he couldn't stand.
He approached her slowly. As always, she was surrounded by their friends. Well her friends. He really didn't have any friends that weren't hers first. He'd taken the start of this year to branch out. New classes, new him. His old friends were a bunch of jerks, at least in his eyes.
Taking her hand, his own already clammy with nerves and the unreasonable heat of the day, he took the most abrupt approach and dragged her away. "Will you go out with me." He blurted out, with such a tone that he would later be told actually scared her slightly. But for this moment in time, she was kind. They both felt the same way after all.
She took his hand, seemingly not minding the state of the sweat on his fingers, an "Of course!" being her only reply.