Parallel lines never meet

7

I tapped the boy in the black suit with a powder blue dress shirt. His hair is ever-flowing, making

 me want to run my hands through it. He turned around. I nearly gasped at his pure icy blue

 eyes. His eyes bored into mine, and I felt my cheek heat up relatively close to the color of my

 dress. " Can I talk to you?" I was surprised that my voice didn't stutter. The music in the

 background started to slow down. Couples made their way to the dance floor. A wave of

 loneliness hit me. Like an aching hole that someone slapped a bandaid on and called it fine. He

 nodded. I started towards the gazebo, my dress tailing behind me. As he easily kept up, he

 strode forward looking for ease and calmness. "What's up," he said almost casually as if I were

 one of his friends. My heart pounded in my chest. " I kinda, ok really like you," I said "I have for

 the longest time, I was scared to say anything because I know you don't feel the same way and

 you probably like Brooke" mentioning my best friend, " but I really like you and it's my last

 chance so". I felt the magnetic pull the kind you see in movies where the characters both lean in

 a kiss, but this wasn't that. The unknown variable was his response, it always was. I waited for

 him to speak, each second felt like an eternity. " I...um. I don't know... I'm sorry" he stuttered

 leaving me stunned.