This Time It's Real

by Ann Liang

I might actually be crushing on Caz Song. Like a total sucker.

Hehehe

Mingri sighs, loud and heavy, and asks, “Do you think it’d be too crass if I also mentioned how much I like his ass?” I blink. “Um …” This time, I have nowhere to look but at Caz. But he’s looking elsewhere, seemingly lost in thought. “Um … no. That—if that’s how you truly feel—” “I do,” he reassures me. “Then yeah, go for it.” I clear my throat. “Write from the heart.”

What

He only seems to relax when I scoot forward, bring my hand lower down to his arm, and tell him what I’ve wanted someone to say to me for as long as I can remember. What I’m still waiting for someone to say. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

:,)

His eyes flash. “So that’s it? You’re just not going to give it a chance? You don’t have the guts to even try?” I want to answer him. I really do, but there’s a fist-sized lump in my throat and I can barely swallow, let alone talk. So I just nod.

What the hecky