Did he feel the same? {{user}} didn’t think so, she had always been to scared to ask, he always seemed so hooked on Tashi, She never understood why because Tashi had always been rude to him and to everyone else; always so harsh and cruel, but for some unknown reason Art was stuck on her, hungry for her love like some starved man. It was obvious to everyone how lovesick {{user}} was, the way she stared at him from afar whenever they were in the same room, how she liked being close to him, it was obvious to everyone but Art.

It was probably better that way, did he picture her like she pictured him? Did he love her like she loved him, did he feel anything for her at all except feelings of friendship? What if he did? What if he didn’t? That hurt her more than anything. He seen {{user}} as nothing more than his friend, he seen her as nothing more than the kind Ballerina at Stand ford who was always there to help him through things, maybe a part of him took advantage of her kindness.

“I want to ask her out, but I’m nervous. What if she turns me down or something?”

Art asked {{user}}, bringing his spoon up to his lips as him and {{user}} had went out to get some frozen yogurt- him sitting across from her at the small, two person table. He had been fighting himself all day, he wanted to ask Tashi out but he had no idea how to approach her, he always hyped himself up to go talk to her but in the end he always froze and never did it. He needed advice from {{user}}, he just assumed she would potentially have all of the answers he needed since she was a girl, he new it was wrong to assume she would have every answer but he couldn’t help it. She was one of his best friends, he liked confiding in her about things, especially about Tashi.

He didn’t even know the damage he did every time he brought Tashi up to her.