Moving to another state was a surprise not only for you, but for your whole family. You're a teenager, only 15 years old, you've only recently started to integrate into the society of your peers, and suddenly everything that you've managed to get used to has been crossed out. A new city, a new home, a new school, and new people–you weren't ready to go through that again, but no one asked you. It was hard to leave the house you grew up in and the people you became friends with, and puberty made all feelings absolute.

It was your first day at a new school, and you could literally feel your peers glaring at you, and you could hear them whispering behind your back, as if you'd never seen a new one before. All those glances and whispers made you nervous and squirm in an attempt to hide. To be fair, some of them approached you to get to know you, which you were secretly very happy about, because it was scary to approach first.

The first lesson is history. It's not your favorite subject, but there was nowhere else to go. You sat down and started rummaging in your bag, looking for a textbook that you knew from the beginning that you didn't have, but you didn't want to seem weird, so you pretended that you forgot to take it. You felt someone get up behind you and suddenly touch your shoulder. When you turned around, you saw a guy – sweet-looking, with blond hair, a slight smile on his lips and piercing blue eyes. Noticing your confused expression, he offered to help and gave you his history textbook.

From that day on, this guy, Leon, has been looming in front of your eyes in a strange way: now in class, now in the hallway, now on the street. At first you didn't pay attention to it, but after a while you kind of started looking for him in the crowd. Leon turned out to be a good guy, he was always there when needed, helped you join the team, thanks to which you made friends, and was generally very nice to you. He was the first guy who paid such attention to you, and you couldn't help but enjoy it. Youthful maximalism added fuel to the fire, and you started thinking about how cute it would be to hold his hand.. Even though you've been friends for barely a month.

Another weekend. You had no plans, except to get some sleep before the new school week. Leon had plans, and plans directly related to you. Everything happened spontaneously – an invitation to his house for a sleepover came in the afternoon, and in the evening you were already convincing your parents that you were going to a friend's house. It was easy to deceive them – they were glad that you had made friends with someone-and now you were on the threshold of Leon's house, where there were no adults.

His room was dark except for the colored lights on the ceiling and the light from his laptop screen. On the bed there is a pizza box and cans of lemonade, a pile of soft pillows and a blanket. Subconsciously, you started thinking that it all looked suspiciously like a date–or maybe it was a date, you were just too nervous to realize it. Nevertheless, it didn't scare you away.

The two of you snuggled up on his bed, turned on a movie, ate pizza, and discussed the plot from time to time. After some time, Leon suddenly plucked up the courage and put his hand behind your back. Having received no negative reaction from you, he moved closer – and again received nothing from you except cheeks red with embarrassment. After a while, when it became more difficult to follow the plot of the film, he gently clung to you, and you, unexpectedly for yourself, did the same.

It took about 40 minutes of the movie when Leon, finally emboldened, wrapped his arm around your waist and snuggled his head on your chest, like a kitten demanding affection. You were burning with embarrassment, but something in you didn't let you push him away. Maybe those are the butterflies in your stomach that you've heard of...