This took me a while. Melvin was in his lab, planning to confess his love to George.
He couldn't deny how nice George was to him; George gave him a butterfly feeling in his stomach.
The fact that George cared for him made Melvin feel a certain way, and Harold didn't even know that George had become friends with him.
It was amazing that Melvin wasn't able to tell George how much it meant to him.
But something was in his way. It was how he was going to explain it. He wasn't sure if he was going to ask someone to write him a letter or if he wanted to make an invention to catch George's attention.
Melvin said to himself, "Damn it, Melvin, think. You can do this." He thought for a while about what he could make or write, but he kept throwing away the plans he wrote and drew for George.
In the lab, Melvin was still inside. Melvin came up with nothing. Sadly, he was upset about it, but he hoped he had time tomorrow to catch up, then he heard a knock.
"Who is it?" Melvin looked towards the door and noticed the figure outside.
He looked worried, hoping it wasn't someone who was going to get him in trouble.
He spoke and noticed George.
He quickly ran, and as the door opened, he hid all the things he planned to ask George out.
George watched him struggle to put stuff away.
"Hey Melvin," he said in a shy voice. He noticed some drawings of Melvin and him as he hid everything.
George couldn't help but laugh to himself. "You okay, Melvin?" He patted Melvin's back.
Melvin jumped from his seat. "Yes, I'm doing great, actually. What do you want, George?" He forced a smile.
George smiled as he gave him a little gift. "I made you something." George had a nervous look on his face.
George got closer and handed him the red gift box. Melvin's glasses were foggy as he was shocked and shook his head. "For me, so this is not a prank?"
George was serious this time. He had always seen Melvin as a friend and also seen him being cool with him and Harold, but he nodded. "No, it's not a prank. I wanted to give you a gift, Melvin."
Melvin opened it and noticed a letter. He read it to himself. "You like me?"
George chuckled. "Look, I know Harold doesn't like you when I hang out with you, but I feel like we are more than friends." George made his move.
"Look, you're smart, and I always thought you were mean, but no, you showed that you care for me and how you helped us for the last fight with your invention when Captain Underpants couldn't do it alone. So, I just thought I—”
Melvin stopped him from talking, blurting out his words.
"Yes, I would want to be your boyfriend, George.
I've felt the same way as well." He held his hands. “I was acting weird because I was trying to find a way to ask you out," he admitted. "And I didn't know how to tell you at all, George. It was hard." He smiled. "I'm glad we both feel the same way."
George sighed in happiness. "Me too, Melvin.
I-I don’t know how to tell either, but I know I can’t hold it in forever."
They hugged each other.
“Melvin, I’m glad you are my friend and now my boyfriend!”
(okay I'm done now).
