The Crush

We are at the Homecoming dance. There’s a cute boy, Anderson. I like him but I don’t know if he likes me. I look up from my phone. “Oh gosh, he see’s me,” I think to myself. “Is he going to say something to me?”

He makes eye contact and starts walking toward me. He says “Hey Fiona! You look very nice tonight. Would you like to dance with me?”

Don’t panic, i think, remain calm. My crush just asked me to dance. “Sure,” I say. He’s holding me at my waist and says “I like you,” and kisses me.