I'm not going to say who's who in this one shot. It's up to your interpretations :)

"Oh, uh... hi." He started, wiping the palms of his hands on the palms of his jeans. He was doing everything he could to avoid my gaze: every time I glanced up, his gaze flickered down to his feet. "How are you?"

He looked like I had approached him at the worst possible time. He had just been standing at his locker, looking very bored. I thought it was a sign from the universe to spark up a conversation. Apparently not. I was now standing beside my crush who looked like he wanted to shove his head underground (like an ostrich), in order to escape the conversation. Realising I was so deep in my own world that I ignored his question, I replied, "I'm okay, I guess. I had a bit of a morning really. My alarm failed at its job and then there wasn't any milk for my cereal. Like honestly, why didn't my mum go buy-" my eyes widened. Too much information. I paused mid sentence, blushing intensely. "Sorry. I ramble when I'm nervous."

"You're nervous?" He brought a hand through his hair and my legs decided to turn to jelly. His arm then fell back to his side.

"A little. I don't really do this whole socialising thing." He then laughed and, as cheesy as it sounds, it was like music to my ears. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. Now I sound creepy.

"Me neither. I much prefer to hide myself in my room, eating and playing video games," WE HAD SOMETHING IN COMMON. It took everything in me to convince myself not to squeal and jump up and down in the middle of the school corridor. "I'm sure no one expects that of me since I'm... popular, I guess? But I'm not a social butterfly at all. I let my friends go to parties whilst I stay at home. I know, how lame."

"It's not lame." How my voice wasn't a high pitched mess, I don't know. I sounded surprisingly composed, considering I was standing in front of the dude I've liked since I could last remember. He shrugged.

"My friends think it's kind of lame."

"It's really not. I bet some of them would rather sit at home, playing Undertale instead of doing drugs. Maybe not Undertale, you probably haven't heard of tha-"

"Undertale is awesome!" Aaaaahhhhh!!! That was me screaming internally. "I've almost completely the genocide route."

"I gave up on that. I mean, the Sans fight is impossible."

"I've heard! Anyways, I should probably get to class. Talk to you later?" Had the bell rang? I hadn't even noticed because I was so transfixed in his eyes. I nodded and, as soon as he was out of sight, I let out a well-deserved squeal.

-

I was physically shaking. He had literally invited me to sit at his table at lunch and I was on the verge of collapsing. I still sat beside him, smiling nervously at his friends. He introduced me to them but I was too busy freaking out to listen to their names. "Aren't you going to eat?" He asked me, making me shake my head. I was too anxious to eat.

"So, are you two together or something?" If I had chosen to eat, I would have definitely choked. I looked up to see the whole table was staring at me expectantly.

"Nope." He swiftly replied. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red.

-

"You're really cute," He muttered and I felt my cheeks heat up. "I love your blush."

I love all of you. Nope. Too creepy. "You never blush." I said instead.

"I know. I kind of wish I did. Then maybe I'd be cute."

HE DIDN'T THINK HE WAS CUTE? Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "You're absolutely adorable." He went silent as we stared into each other's eyes. My heart was beating fast and I felt kind of dizzy but I didn't break the eye contact.

Then we were kissing. I have no idea who initiated it but why did that matter: he was kissing back! We pulled apart and he had the sweetest smile on his face.

"Finally." He muttered.

-

The first time he held my hand, I almost had a mental breakdown. Our hands fit together perfectly, like it was meant to be.

-

He was down on one knee and I refused to look away. "Nope. This is a dream." I muttered before he could even ask the question. I pinched my arm, determined not to feel the pain. He was laughing at me but I was too busy denying the moment to even notice. He yelled my name and I was finally brought back to reality.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

If the last few years I was in a coma, dreaming everything, I wouldn't have been surprised. It was all just so perfect.

This isn't that great oops. Who's point of view did you read this in?

Also... oh my gosh. I was going through the comments on my deleted one shots/other books and like why did people read them? There were some hate comments which I totally agree with like my old writing was horrendous but you've got to start somewhere right? I can't even read my old stuff without cringing oops. That goes for some of my published one shots too but like I can't delete all of them, can I? 

Anyways, how long have you been reading my one shots? :P