When looking out of my bedroom window, the stars in the sky blinked as if trillions of eyes were watching over me. I smiled, feeling the wind drifting through my window, blowing my hair into a tousled mane. Suddenly, my phone vibrated below my pillow, stealing my attention from the beautiful sky, and instead replaced with a booming alarm.

My usual nighttime routine consisted of my ten-step skincare technique, attempting one of my many homework assignments, and arguably the most important part — listening to my favorite podcast.

Always at exactly ten-thirty, Wanda Sykes hosted her 'Heart Shape Kisses' podcast on all streaming sites. I've been obsessed with her shows since the start of high school and haven't missed a night since ninth grade.

The notification to her stream appeared, and I clicked on it without hesitation. Scrambling around, I searched for my laptop, trying to recall wherever the freak I left it in. Damn it! I must've left it in the dining room. The thought of retrieving it now, while it was still dark, petrified me but if it's for Wanda Sykes, I'm willing to do almost anything. Almost!

After a quick jog to retrieve it which featured tie-toes and getting frightened by the imagery ghost in the living room, I sat down in front of my chiffon pink desk and opened my math book. Whoever created Geometry hated happiness. I swear! Who in the heck thought shapes and numbers go well together? Because I sure don't.

"Hey, guys, it's your girl, Wanda Sykes! Now, generally, the best time to talk about this topic is during the beginning of the school year, but you guys know me. I like shaking things up."

I laughed, rubbing my palms together to substitute for screaming. Something about hearing Wanda's cheery voice brightened my day-- almost as much as when he smiled.

"Tonight's topic is 'Crushes'; more specifically confessing to your crush. Recently I saw a psychic who told me that if I fall for someone in the future to not hold back and confess my feelings for them. If not, it could risk the results of the relationship and it really stuck with me. I've always been the type to shoo away my feelings, but I wanted to inspire you, young girls and boys to challenge yourselves like I couldn't."

Her shows vary between advice, funny stories, and conspiracy theories. I love a good conspiracy theory and I really wished for one tonight except I got this.

Crushes.

Ugh...

Funny, I literally just stopped thinking about him.

Declan Novak was basically a statue of chiseled perfection that was hand-sculpted by sex gods and put on earth to cause us, girls, to go insane! Everything about him was so fascinating, and manliness oozed from every one of his pores.

I'd been crazy about him since watching him deliver his speech at an assembly during freshman year. The way his determination and poise shined throughout his commentary captured me. Something I wished I could do. I was basically one of those cartoons with heart-shaped eyes.

Though after almost four years there hasn't been any progress. Which isn't entirely my fault because for one I've never had classes with him. Maybe the universe wanted my crush to dissolve, but it was stupid if it thought it could happen that quickly.

"Telling someone your feelings about them requires a lot of courage, so I invited my friend to share her experience in this field. Welcome, Nikki," her voice boomed through my room.

I clapped along with the applause coming from the imagined crowd. Dad had been getting on my case about being too loud in the middle of the night.

"Thanks for having me, Wanda, I'm excited to share my experience and help you fellow listeners win your crush's heart! First tip is to always be confident in yourself! Confidence will go a long way, my friends, and your crushes will appreciate your boldness."

Feeling confined to my desk, I shifted from the chair to my fuchsia carpet. I listened intently while playing with my fingers, staring up at my ceiling.

"Damn it! I forgot! Since we're from New York, apparently a shooting star was supposed to appear before midnight. I'm sure some of you guys know this, but I wanted to mention it in case you're having a hard time telling someone your genuine feelings. Why don't you make a wish to the breathtaking shooting star? It's always something I've done."

Sprinting from my spot on the floor, I took a seat on my window balcony and hugged one of my fluffy pillows. Thank god for Nikki, I had completely forgotten about the shooting star. Since watching movies, I had always wanted to see one and make a wish. Isn't it every child's dream? Like breaking the longer turkey leg on Thanksgiving? Or was it bone?

The black sky was calling for stars to invade its territory and fill itself with decorated stars. Her advice kept going in the background, but my main focus was on catching that star. Then, in a blink of an eye, the stars were followed by a streak of silver in the inky midnight sky that shook me to the core. It was astonishing, picture-perfect, and most importantly awe-inspiring.

This is your one and only shot, Lana.

Clasping my hands together, I closed my eyes and released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "I wish I could tell Declan how I feel about him."

And I wished he would feel the same.

Once my eyes fluttered open, the stars had disappeared and the midnight sky was plain old boring again. I don't know where the confidence came from, maybe the stars or just myself, but I think I'm ready.

I'm ready to confess my feelings for Declan.

Here I am.

Waiting behind a bush right in front of the school gates.

I made sure to wake up thirty minutes earlier than usual, leaving myself extra time to style my hair since this uniform doesn't do me any justice. After attempting ten different hairstyles, I opted for a headband instead and allowed my chocolate-colored hair to flow freely.

Can't believe I'm doing this. Oh my god. I'm freaking crazy; What did I sign myself up for? I really should have thought this through before going through with it. There's still time to give up, right? No, Lana, you can do this! You got this! Daddy didn't raise no quitter!

Everything had to be perfect, especially after staying up all night to write this life-changing letter.

Students were pouring in through the steel gates, but Declan still hadn't arrived. I guess it was a great thing because my palms were sweating like crazy and my stomach twisted with butterflies. Or elephants because they were stomping like lunatics. Look what you do to me, Declan.

Take a breath, Lana.

Everything will be okay.

My stomach churned when I noticed his perfectly combed chestnut hair. He was walking down the corridor by himself, just like any other day. I basically jumped out of the bush, nearly tripping in the process. With no time to fix my hair, I rushed in front of him causing him to stop. 

"Who are you?" he asked, studying my face with confusion in his eyes.

"I'm Lana Hart. We're in the same grade," I said, acting like a robot reciting the speech I had a plan in my head. "Could you please accept this letter?"

I bowed my head down like an idiot may I add waiting for him to take the letter. Soft panic aroused in my chest. Please let this one good thing happen to me.

Hey guys!! Hopefully, Lana captured your heart already! I bet we're all wondering what's Declan's answer ;)!

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