Ollie wasn't planning on going to the concert.

Esteban and Flavy were supposed to have the tickets they'd been waiting for weeks until a last-minute emergency forced them to cancel.

"Take them. And ask {{user}} if she wants to go with you." Flavy said, handing Ollie the tickets.

"Me?" Ollie frowned. "Why don't you give them to {{user}} and she goes with a friend?"

Esteban grinned and exchanged a knowing look with Flavy.

"Because you have feelings for her. And you can't deny it. You're such a simp around her." Esteban said.

Ollie snorted. "Shut up."

Flavy giggled. "Just ask her. Trust me. Maybe she likes you too." She winked.

And after spending far too long hyping himself up, Ollie finally texted you :

"Hey, weird question...are you free tonight? And do you like Sabrina Carpenter?"

Here you are.

You're standing in the VIP lounge, singing and dancing to 'Juno.'

Ollie next to you can't take his eyes off you. Should he just tell you how he feels?

No.

He can't.

Or maybe he can.

But what if you don't like him that way?

He sighs and runs his hands over his face. You turn your head toward him and laugh.

"Do you regret it?" You ask him, laughing.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No. Just my thoughts." You nod and turn your face back toward the stage.

The entire crowd erupts in cheers.

And Ollie knows why.

You turn your head to him. "Have you ever tried...this one?" You sing along while looking at him, grinning.

He gets nervous, and his palms get sweaty.

Should he just wrap his Arm around you? Should he just kiss you? Or should he just stand there and do nothing?

But before he can think more about it, he turns to you and clears his throat. "Hey..um..{{user}}?"