Crush

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Short Story by: Lorelei Williams

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Status: In Progress | Genre: Romance | House: Booksie Classic

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A short story about a feeling most of us have been overcome by in our youth.

Submitted: October 07, 2018

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Crush

Even standing in a crowded room, when you’re near him you get this feeling in your chest almost like you can’t breathe and nervousness in your stomach like an endless hunger. You look at him and unconsciously bite your lip. All you can think about is how his eyes shine differently than everyone else’s, and how his voice reverberates into you causing an attack of goose bumps all over your body. Just his body heat alone makes your knees quake.

Before you become a puddle of yourself you quickly laugh at his joke and move your hair behind your ear; looking back up at him shyly. His attention still mostly on the group he is talking to when suddenly someone walks by and makes him bump into you. For a split second you forget what it is to breathe as your body starts to overheat. He briefly touches your shoulder as he apologizes and steps back. You says it’s fine even though you wished he had just grabbed a hold of you and never let go. The overheating has now reached your face and he notices. He asks if you’re okay. You try to play it casual and reply that you just need some air. You step away from his group and quickly make your way through the party towards the nearest exit.

Stepping outside hoping to have escaped the embarrassment you lean onto the balcony breathing in the ocean air and tell yourself to get a grip. You take three deep refreshing breaths and laugh at how ridiculous you’re being. Always the over thinker, because what does it matter if he saw you blushing there is no way he would think it was for any other reason than the heat caused by the overcrowded room. Right? You shake off the hope and panic of that possibility and turn to leave. Deciding it’s best to just sleep this off and start tomorrow anew.

Turning around you see him standing in the doorway watching you. There’s those butterflies again creating a tornado in your gut. You take another deep breath and smile like everything is fine even though your palms are starting to sweat.