He sat in the car outside of her house, watching the clock in his van tick by.

6:57… 6:58… 6:59…

He got out of the van, straightening out his shirt. He was wearing black jeans, and a black button up shirt. He made his way up her driveway to her door. What would she think of him? This was the first time they were hanging out after him pining after her at school.

Is it cool if I hold your hand? Is it wrong if I think it’s lame to dance? Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I don’t know what to wear? I’m just scared of what you think. You make me nervous, so I really can’t eat.

All the thoughts swirled in his mind as he lifted his hand to knock on the door. The sound echoed so loudly in his ears and he eventually heard footsteps making their way down the stairs inside.

She opened the door, she was gorgeous obviously. He led her back to his van.

The car ride was awkward. He didn’t know what to say to her and tried to make small talk, but it made his nerves worse.

At the restaurant, he shifted uncomfortably. She was talking about some of her interests. He just stared.

When you smile, I melt inside. I’m not worthy for a minute of your time. I really wish it was only me and you. I’m jealous of everybody in the room. Please don’t look at me with those eyes. Please don’t hint that you’re capable of lies. I dread the thought of our very first kiss. A targeted that I’m probably gonna miss.

He bounced his leg anxiously while continuing to listen to her. His eyes darted around to the people around them.