LiiCollier

"So, can we talk?" I sat down on his bed, clenching the dark violet sheets. I'm so scared. My palms are sweating, well actually, pretty much everything is sweating. I mean, I'm about to ask him to be my boyfriend without even a clue to whether he likes guys, let alone me. He sat down next to me, grabbing my hand. It's not a big deal, really, he does it all the time. All the same, I still blushed. I wish even just holding hands meant something to him, but to him it's just a friendly gesture. I guess he assumes that's why I do it, but he's wrong. So wrong. "Yeah, what's up?" He asked cheerfully. UGH. I can't do it! "Actually i-it can wait."