A/N this chapter is dedicated to.......... luminouslov3 !
     I crawl under my covers and stare up at my ceiling, counting the number of bumps in the texture and creating little shapes. I sigh and let my thoughts flow to the pictures created by the small little bumps. A tree. A cloud. An eye. A nose. A mouth. A face. His face. My mouth wants to open and say something to him, but then I remember it isn't really him. It is just the bumps on my ceiling, messing with my mind. I glance across my room and saw my door. I had painted my signature drawing on it, a twelve petal flower. It has pink accents against the white paint that I had added with a thin brush. It took a lot of work, and I swore once I left this apartment the door was coming with me. I glance down at the door knob and my mind drifts to him again. He lives just down the hall. I could go to him right now. He might be weirded out though, I barely even know him. I sigh and stare back up at the ceiling and his face is right there to greet me again.
I then decide to. It's almost graduation, I won't see him after that. A few more days of embarrassment form him won't kill me. I get up and throw back my covers and walk over to the door. I stop with my hand on the knob. I trace my fingers over the flower and lean my head against the door. Do I really want to do this? I do. I turn the knob and open the door as quietly as I can. I softly shut it behind me and tip-toe down the hall and into the living room. My roommate is sitting on the couch reading a book. "Hi," she says, softly, "Where you going?"
"I'm going to him," I reply, continuing to our front door.
"You finally have the courage at 10:30 at night?" She asks, hiding a giggle that I know wants to just fly out of her mouth and onto the wind.
"Yes," I reply simply, opening the front door.
"Well, make me proud and don't stutter or die of awkwardness," she calls out to me.
"I'll try!" I reply. I shut the door and walk down the hall to his room. 316B. I knock slowly and softly at a just barely audible tone. No answer. I knock a little bit louder this time, daring to be brave. This time, his roommate answers. "Hi, um, is Kyle here?"
"Yeah, he's here," his roommate answers. He folds his arm and leans against the doorway, obviously preparing to question me to absolute embarrassment.
"Can I talk to him? Alone and privately?" I ask, folding my arms. I try to look as intimidating as his roommate, but with my oversized sweatshirt and shorts on my 5'3" body, I look like a toddler trying to be bigger than an adult. His roommate is at least 6' and extremely muscular.
"About what?" His roommate asks,leaning towards me.
"None of your business," I reply, leaning towards him as well.
"You're good," he says, leaning back on the doorway.
"Thank you, now can you go get him or am I going to have to break into your apartment?" I ask.
"Fine, I'll get him," his roommate gives in. He turns around and calls into the apartment, "Hey, Kyle! Some girl in a sweatshirt is here! She wants to talk to you, alone and privately!"
"I'll be right there!" A voice calls out. Kyle. My heart flutters, then I turn back to the task at hand.
"Way to quote, iron man," I smirk.
"No problem, sweatshirt," he replies. Kyle then comes to the doorway and his roommate leaves back inside to the apartment.
"Hey, Katie! What's up?" He asks. Okay, yeah we barely know each other, but he knows my name, we're in the same graduation group, so we have practices together. He goes right before me, so we've talked a little.
"I was just, uh," I stutter.
"Come inside. We can sit on my couch and talk," he said. I stepped inside and he closed the apartment door. His roommate was sitting on the couch. "Move, Conner," he says, pushing his roommate off the couch.
"Okay, okay," he says, "Oh, she's special enough to come inside." Conner smirks then gets up from the couch. "Good luck, you two." He smiles then goes off down the hall.
"Don't mind him," Kyle says, "Now what is it you want to talk about?"
"I've had feelings for you for a while now and-" I am cut off by something pressing against my mouth. Then I realize it's Kyle's lips. He's kissing me. I kiss back until he breaks it off.
"I've been wanting to tell you the same thing for months," he smiles, then starting to kiss me again.
A/N I know, short, sweet, and romantic. Whatever, it just flew out from my mind.-Piper