You had been pacing back and forth in your room for maybe two hours, mumbling and overthinking because he was here. He was over at your house.

Gibsie, your brother, always invited Johnny, Hughie and Patrick over, and you always hid away in your room because you had the biggest, fattest crush on Patrick.

But today, you decided to try to be bold and you were sat in the couch when they came in. Patrick is a quiet guy, and when he walked in, you tried to talk to him. And the issue wasn’t that he was quiet, it was that you stumbled all over your words and sounded so weird that you just ran away to your room without even trying to say another word.

And now you were there. Pacing. Thinking you just ruined every chance you had with Patrick, if you ever even had one.