humming a sweet tune that's been stuck in your head for a while, you swept the dirtied floors as best you can. your teacher, graciously, gave you cleaning duties today because you were quite chatty in class today. but you started late because you went to go hang near the vending machines with your friends before you had to complete the inevitable.
glancing at the floors, you nodded to yourself deciding it looked clean enough for you to start wiping down the desks. grabbing the cleaning spray and ordinary, gray rag you began to wipe down the desks. but you halted hearing some footsteps from outside the classroom.
who else was here?
guessing that it was only mr. williams, one of the janitors, you decided to get back to the task at hand.
"finally!" you exclaimed in exasperation, you'd finally finished. you ran to grab your f/c bookbag and go unplug your fully charged phone.
stepping out of your classroom, you sighed heavily walking through the vast hallway trying to put your book bag on properly. but suddenly you were startled by a sudden someone standing in your path.
falling backward with a shriek, the person's expression quickly turned apologetic as they extended a helping hand.
"sorry about that," he smiled sheepishly handing you your phone.
"it's no problem," you replied finally recognizing who the person was. it's h/n from your homeroom class. you guys have second period, third period, and even lunch together.
he was more on the reserved side as you've never seen him speak to anyone before. this might've been the first time he's ever initiated a conversation with you.
"hi y/n, i've been waiting for you," he said with a sudden cheerful tone of voice.
"for what?" you questioned.
but the answer you were waiting for was going to have to wait as he suddenly grasped your wrist pulling you up the stairwell. "where are you taking me?" you asked over and over again but he didn't answer as he opened up the bulky door and pulled you onto the windy rooftop.
finally letting you rest, h/n released his hold from your wrist with a bright blush. huffing you stood tall to see his hazel eyes stuck to you as he smiled sweetly at you.
shutting your front door closed, you inhaled the delicious fumes coming from the kitchen.
"mother is that you?" you questioned practically salivating at the tasty scent.
"yes, i've prepared dinner so go put your stuff down and wash up love!" she hollered from the kitchen. you replied shouting an okay before jogging up the stairs. opening your room door, you threw your bookbag to the side as you glanced down at your hand.
it held the letter h/n had begged you to take home with you. he told you to open it when you got home, and only then.
deciding you should have a look at what was handed to you you sat down in your desk chair. lifting the back flap to the envelope, you took out a pristine, crisp white stationery. flipping it over you were greeted with neat handwriting.
"i wonder what that boy wrote for me," you muttered to yourself.
hi f/n, i've held a crush on you since the first day of school. your personality is what i liked most about you at first. do you think we could go out sometime? please reply to my letter, my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. i'm looking forward to your text :)
"a confession?" you muttered in confusion, "why would he like me?"
reading over the letter again, he seemed sincere. the letter seemed so sweet, so why not give me a chance? he wasn't bad on the eyes and seemed to cherish you.
chuckling to yourself, you unlocked your phone to put in his number. you shot him a quick text before heading to the bathroom before eating.
Merci pour la lecture!
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