Andy

Andy was a popular boy and also the student council president. You had a crush on him. One morning, you slipped your love letter into his drawer, hoping he would meet you after school. When the final bell rang, you waited nervously, clutching your bag. Then he appeared. “Hey, Andy,” you greeted softly. He smiled at you, making your heart race. “Uhm… I’ll make this quick,” you stammered, your cheeks heating. “Andy, I like you. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time.” He smiled as he stepped closer to you. “Well, actually…” he whispered, leaning slightly closer, his voice low and shy. “I like you too.” Your eyes widened, then softened as a smile bloomed on your lips.