Chapter 2 “This is my house! You have to put me down now.” I sighed with relief as Luca slowly rested my feet on the ground. I thought that I was going to be stuck in the air forever. I looked over at Luca’s perfect curly blonde hair. “Your hair is messed up; bend down I need to fix it.” You see, his hair was perfectly fine. It was fixed amazingly. He bent down, expecting me to touch his hair. I grabbed his face and kissed him on the cheek. He suddenly turned as red as the Polar Express. I let go of his face and walked toward my front door. “Bye Luca,” I yelled. Right before I was able to open my door, I heard Luca yell something. “I love you!” He realized what he said and ran away. “Wait! Come back!” At that point he was a couple blocks down the street. There was no use. I guess I’ll see him at school. “Love you too.” “Kirby! It’s time for school!” My mom had been trying to wake me up earlier every day. But tonight, I had gotten no sleep at all. I stayed up late thinking about what happened last night. Luca ran away before I could say ‘I love you’ back. What if he thinks I don’t like him? What if he hates me? What if he never talks to me again? “KIRBY!?” “Coming!” “Are you feeling okay Bee?” My mom seemed to have noticed how distraught I was in the car. I am always distraught in cars; they really scare me. “I’m just afraid of cars mom, you know that.” “I know, but something else is going on. You can tell me anything hun’.” “I know. I just have a big test today.” “Oh. Did you study? “Yes.” “Then no need to stress baby. One bad grade wont ruin anything.” “Ok mom.” I had lied to my mother. I indeed had a test today, but I had studied hard for it, and I always get high grades. The test was not why I was stressed. The stress was caused by the anxiety that my boyfriend hates me. We have been friends since kindergarten, but we have only dated for a week or two. I don’t want to lose my boyfriend, but more importantly, I don’t want to lose my best friend. He was there with me no matter what. He was the only one that didn’t care how I chose to identify and who I chose to date. I like him so much and love him too. I don’t want this to be THE END of our relationship just because I messed up. “We’re at school. Don’t stress about that test okay Bee?” “Ok. Love you.” “Love you too.”
