Is love in the air?

Is Love in the air?

A school trip, an unlikely setting. You'd never believe that a person
could tell you those three dangerous words at a poetry reading. But I
could never do it myself. Yes I admit he is a very special person, but
still I could never tell him myself. I was so scared of being rejected,
that I got a close friend to tell him for me. The truth is I wasn't
really scared of being rejected, I was scared that he'd say yes then
suddenly realise he liked my best friend or my sister better than me,
like so many other guys had done to me, but then again, that was why I
trusted him so much, because I knew he wouldn't do that to me, or would
he? For weeks I was on the edge of telling him, but I had to wait for
the right time and right place. It wasn't exactly the best place to
tell a guy those three words in a corridor, with groups of children
running around and screaming. But on the day in question, I was nervous
beyond belief. I gave my friend the go ahead and waited, that minute or
so, was the longest in my life. He had nothing to say to me though, I
expect he was to stunned to reply. Luckily we had to go into the hall
for the next poet to start their reading. I sat in front of him, and
every now and again I would glance at him, to see if I could tell what
he was thinking, but I never could. Once I caught his eye, and just
smiled at him shyly. At the next break I asked him to walk with me
outside. I was so nervous. He didn't seem at all troubled by it. He
told me to my face that he wasn't sure what to think, and I apologised
for sending my friend to do it instead of me, but he understood. It was
silent then he said.
"Can we go back inside, I'm freezing my ass off out here!" We stood at
the top of the stairs and exchanged phone numbers, but I was still
nervous and I couldn't figure out why. That night, I sat in my room,
and dialled his number, one ring, two rings, three rings?please don't
let it be one of his parents, it's his dad. But his dad doesn't bother
to ask for my name, so I'm okay, I don't know if he's told his parents
about me yet. He sounds cool when he comes to the phone, but for a
minute, he doesn't realise it's me. For seven minutes or so we talk
about nothing much. But when he has to go, I don't really want to say
goodbye.
A week and a few days later, Friday 13th unlucky day, but it's lucky
for me. I have a hint that I'm getting a surprise for valentines from
him. I've waited for three and a half lessons, but still nothing,
though I already know what it is. Girls with a bucket full of roses
come round and my name is called out. My stomach is doing summersaults,
and my cheeks are burning. My first valentines gift and it's from him.
Though when I say thank you to him he blushes as much as I do. I can't
help but smile. I'm so happy finally he knows how I feel, it's
love.