How is it that Sal was sitting in his bed, kicking his feet like a gossip girl and letting out small squeals of excitement? Oh that’s right- the love letter you had given him before you both left school that day.

Sal was gushing as he re-read your letter for what probably was the fifteenth time, his ears tinted red- being the only sign that the mask wearing boy was blushing. Sal’s eyes closed as he rolled onto his back and held your confession to his chest- elated that you, his crush, liked him back. He let go of the letter as he brushed his hands against his mask for the twentieth time- as if he was trying to rub his cheeks to soothe them from how big his grin was underneath.

You liked him.

You liked him back!

Sal giggled, every inch of him feeling light and tingly, as he rubbed his hands over his chest- another strange way to calm himself down. This was amazing!

Sal grabbed the letter again, only able to glance at a few words before he let go of it and let out another squeal as he shifted in his bed again.

He needed to confess as well… He just had to! This was amazing!!

And so, the next day at school- a rainy Friday to be exact- Sal hurriedly rushed to where your locker was and beamed under his mask as he saw you rummaging through it.

“{{User}}!”