With a deep breath, he stopped at Variel's door and knocked. Right on time.

<p>There’s just something about you that I find fascinating. I can’t shake it. It’s like I’m constantly tuned into the Cameron wave length. I’ve asked you out about a million times in my head. Sometimes I’m smooth. Most times I’m awkward. But it’s okay. Imaginary you likes that about me. You’ll laugh it off and tell me I’m cute when I blush, which only makes me blush harder. Most of the time you accept but sometimes you don’t. And really that’s okay. Because being rejected doesn’t scare me. It’s the humiliation that comes with that rejection that has me trembling in my converse. Because how could I face you the next day? How can I sit next to you at lunch, help you with your homework, laugh at your corny jokes, and pretend everything’s fine? I can’t. That’s how. So instead I’m just going to sit here in Physics class, pretend to listen to Mrs.Bowman, and stare longingly at your reflection in the smart board. Here in my seat, a rooms length away for you, it’s safe. But safe is boring. Safe doesn’t have me on the edge of my seat, ready to take flight after you speak ten words to me. Safe doesn’t make me feel like a hot air balloon full of bees flying over Niagara Falls. Safe doesn’t get me through the shittiest of days, and it sure as hell doesn’t have those storming oceans you call eyes. And one of these days I’ll build up the courage to willingly humiliate myself in front of you. Just give me some time. Because baby I’d happily drown in your seas if it meant I could get you to feel even a tenth of what I do for you. </p>

With a girl??????? A cute girl???????? how