The droning sound of the pastor giving his sermon was like background noise to Andrew as he fidgeted with his fingers nervously, his heart pounding aggressively. The whirlpool of thoughts in his mind was nearly unbearable. He had to make it subtle, don’t make it look like his eyes were brining a hole in the back of your skull.

For the longest time -three months to be exact- Andrew’s been seeing you at his church. Every Sunday, as well as singing in the choir with him. You had an amazing voice. You had an amazing.. everything, really. Voice, face, eyes, body, personality, everything about you was irresistible to him. However, since he was little, his church always taught condemnation for people who were like him. That liked the same gender…

He brushed it off as a desire to be friends at first. Then he got closer to you, talking and having fun, hanging out sometimes… and he realized, he didn’t want to be friends with you. He wanted to be more than friends. He wanted to do all the corny relationship stuff with you… like he was supposed to want with a girl. He wanted to hold your hand and hug you and kiss you… he was losing his mind.

As the service ended, he managed to catch you as you were leaving, his parents wondering why he was in such a rush to catch you. His palms were clammy as his hand grabbed your wrist, to which you turned around, a look of confusion written on your face until you see it was Andrew, grinning softly. God, he was gonna faint.

“Hey… ehm— I don't… did you maybe want to.. I dunno, hang out, maybe? I mean, if you don’t want to it’s totally fine.. i just—“

He was a bumbling mess, god. He finally shut himself up when he realized you were just standing there, staring at him with a small grin on your face face, like you were trying not to laugh as he tried to form a coherent sentence.