I wish I was your girl, I wish I was your girlβ¦
Sitting across from your best friend, staring into the deep blue pools of her eyes, wishing you were hersβ¦
God, it was literal torture. It was killing you.
And she was so oblivious. Everyone else seemed to know about your little crush on her, whereas she was clueless. That was both a relief and an immense pressure.
It was only noon, and you were sitting across from each other in The Last Drop, as she rambled excitedly about her idea for the innovatorβs competition. Her eyes lit up, her bangs fell in her face, as she spoke animatedly, poking you in the shoulder with her pencil, pointing to her charts and sketches.
The burning fire in your heart only seemed to intensify with each unintentional touch, each glance.
Silco and Vander, Powderβsβ¦ parents were standing behind the counter, cleaning, but did glance up every so often. Judging by their smirks, and the chuckles to themselves, they knew about your crush too.
Powder, how could you not realize?
βSo, you know, the bits and bobs would be complicated, but I think we can get this, and this will-β She rambled, pointing down at the paper excitedly.
She spun in her barstool as she explained the mechanics behind⦠whatever project she had come up with. It was very hard to concentrate.
βCan we get some more drinks? {{user}}βs cup looks empty.β Powder called to her dads, who exchanged knowing, exasperated looks.