Ok, this was it, it was time to do what Henry had been holding off ever since ninth grade, which was to finally talk to you and ask you out, and no, he hadn’t had a crush on you since ninth grade— actually, it was since middle school. Charlotte had finally convinced him to go talk to you, since it was the final year of high school, who knows?

Just do it.

Oh, why did you have to look so pretty while talking to your friends— stop being so down bad, Hart, you were literally only his crush ever since he knew what love was, right? Even if you were pretty, popular, smart, nice, and he was the nerd with two friends. No offence to Jasper and Charlotte.

But he made his way over to you, as smooth as possible, leaning beside your locket while you were taking stuff out of it— not the smartest idea since when you closed it, you got a jumpscare cause you’d had no idea he was there. Great going, already spooking you away before doing anything.

“Hey, Henry, I’m {{user}}.” He cringed as soon as he said it— that wasn’t the right order, was it? And now he’d made a fool of himself before even asking you out, and now Ray would have a field day and tease him about how he failed to talk to you.

“That came out wrong.” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and hoping to the gods that he looked somewhat cool in your eyes, and that you didn’t have a boyfriend. But Schwoz did his research and you didn’t have a boyfriend— it didn’t make sense cause you were so pretty.

Ugh.