I felt like I was thirteen again when I woke that morning. As if I had just sent my crush a note in science and now I was going to see him. It was ridiculous, and i really didnt know why i felt that way, but it was better than feeling desperate. I peeked sneakily outside my door, and saw him waiting at the elevator. I entertained the thought briefly that he was waiting for me, but i quickly shut that thought out of my mind. I attempted to walk casually outside my door into the hall, but I knew it came off as awkward. I pressed the “down” button and murmured
“Hey..”
“Hey, how are you, after last night I mean.”
“Good, better, thanks.”
“Good, you know you could…” He trailed off staring at the wall of the elevator.
“I could…what?” I asked immaturely.
“You know, come over, when its not 12 in the morning…”
“What are you asking Errrric?” I smiled, and held back my laugh.
“Your horrible.” He smiled, shrugged, and stepped off the elevator.
I’m an idiot.