#6 The big day.

And just like that, the major exams were over, to Alex it meant THE day was here.

As he woke up the day before, it hit him hard, the day he was so eagerly waiting for, it was less than 24 hours away. Oh no. And as he lay down on his bed daydreaming, staring at his glow-in-the-dark stars covered ceiling, the thoughts running through his mind, somehow made him hesitate to really do this, yet made him really really want to do it.

Crap, should I really do this? She means so much to me, what if I ruin this? No, I've been liking her I have no idea when, I should tell her. No I shouldn't, she'll walk away from you. Yes I should. No, we're so close now, what if? Gosh, yes yes yes I should just do this, I don't care what happens, I just want her to know how I feel. What if...

'ALEX, WE'RE GONNA BE LATE FOR CHURCH IF YOU DON'T GET OFF YOUR BED!'

'Oh no,' He didn't realize that even though he woke up at 8, he was just lying down there for 2 hours. 'COMING, MOM!'

//

The bell rang, which meant that the exams were over, and the time had come. *dramatic music*

He spent the time after he finished his paper trying to think of the right words to say,  picturing scenarios on what might happen. Would she say yes right away? Would she read it, and just shyly walk away? Would she answer with 'I need some time' or something? Or would he lose everything and the girl he really really wanted to be with?

Alex thought remembered the letter he wrote a few months back which was in his bag the very moment. He thought about what he wrote and how there were so many other things he wanted to say to her.
I want to be the guy you'd call in the middle of the night when you can't sleep and the guy who'd tell you that you're beautiful when you're insecure and send you goodmorning texts or call you late at night . I want to be the guy you'd have movie dates with and you'd be crying whilst I'll hug you tighter in my arms and my sleeve would be totally wet. Or the guy you'd make covers with and filling up the bloopers with so many failed attempts and inside jokes only we'd understand. I want to be that guy.

and when the bell rang he thought about the text messages Haley, Elena and Mel sent him. They were rooting for him, that meant a lot.

And when the teacher walked around the class collecting the testpapers he was on the edge of his seat, impatiently waiting for all of 'em to be dismissed, so he could run out and catch her before she leaves after waiting for him when he asked her to the night before.

He ran out of the class room, and after a few more wishes of luck, he headed to the back-gate.

Okay, you can do this, Alex. Don't screw up. Alex thought. I really hope you say yes, Natasha, you have no idea how much you mean to me. 

After waiting quite a while, there she was, looking pretty as ever. He really thought how she is worth this, well, she really was. Why did I ever hesitate? 

'Hey, how was the exams?' said Natasha, man was he really shaking now. 'Why'd you ask me to come here anyway?'

'It was pretty tough actually, hmm.' he thought about the tree he once told her to wait under during their study date but she didn't know which tree 'cus um, there were too many trees, haha. 'follow me.'

And yes, he brought her there, and she was so puzzled on what was happening.

'Uh, where are we going?'

and he stopped, and pointed up. 'Here, tree.'

'Okay, I think you know this, but don't freak out, okay?' and he took out a note, his letter.

'What's that?'

'Read it.'

'Whoah, that's long.' Natasha really didn't know what was going on did she? Silly girl.  'Anyways, I've gotta go, Marissa's waiting for me at her house.'

Oh right, she was supposed to be at her best friends house to celebrate the end of the exams.

'Well, bye Natasha?'

'Bye.' as she walked away.

//

Oh crap, I screwed up, so bad. So so bad. Big mistake, oh no what if she doesn't talk to me anymore? This sucks. Why must I be like this?

Yep, he was practically talking to himself the whole way while walking home. Well, in his mind.

He waited for a reply, or maybe should he start the conversation first? What if it gets awkward?
and as his friends all texted him asking how it all went, he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself, he always loses the girl, their friendship, when he tells them. He was never fortunate enough.

This time, it was different, no girl has ever meant so much to him, or been so close to him, and he'd never done it face to face, since he'd always sneak it in her book or pass it to her friend with the previous crushes. She, Natasha Rose, was different, she was special.

but then he heard his phone ringing, great, another text asking how did it go. 

He was surprised to see who's name was on the screen. He was dreaming, he should have been, as these words were clearly on the screen:

New message from Natasha Rose.