Andrew
Will you come to my show on Saturday? I rehearse the question repeatedly to the over-practiced chord on my bass. It's the one thing I've been terrified to ask her since the second time we talked.
“I know punk isn't really what you're into, but it would be awesome if you would come and watch me from the front row…
We could totally do something afterwards.
If not, it's cool, but if you say no, you're going to be missing some major Andy time.” I must look like a psychopath talking to myself and strumming along to one of the songs I'm supposed to be practicing for the upcoming show.
My vision rapidly moves from my PC monitor to the neck of my bass in hopes she comes home early from cheer practice. Wishful thinking, I know.
These last few nights have been amazing. Candi is the one person I'm excited to see at school in the morning, and she's the last person I talk to before I go to bed. I feel like I can tell her absolutely everything.
“Listen, I know it's not a real date… but knowing you're there for me… I don't know. It would just mean so much…” I rehearse my words like she's in my room with me. Maybe if I keep practicing, I won't feel so damn anxious when I ask her. You can do this. It's just Candi.
That's exactly it. It's Candi Hart. The girl I've been crushing on for four years. The girl I think I'm falling harder for every day. As much as I try to convince myself it's not a huge deal, I have no idea what I would do if she said no.
“It's just a show. I mean, it's not like I'd be asking her on a real date…” My words are supposed to be encouraging, but they make me sound so fucking desperate. Sure, it isn't a real date, but damn it would be cool if she were there.
Like a hawk, I peer up at the digital clock on my monitor as I stuff my bass in its case. It's nine, she should be online any minute. As if by routine, the red notification pops up next to the messaging icon. Okay, Andy. You can do this. The worst she can say is no, but that would suck.
Why is my heart beating so damn fast?
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
How was your night?? Did you miss me?
Misfit_Bassist:
Always…
Always? What the fuck is wrong with me?
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
You always miss me?
Way to go, Andrew. How the hell am I supposed to answer this? Would my honest answer make me look like a loser? Fuck it…
Misfit_Bassist:
Candi, I never stop thinking about you. You're like a song that plays in my head on repeat.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Wow, Andy…
Shit. I said too much.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
I think about you a lot, too.
Really?
Misfit_Bassist:
Really?!
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Yeah…
Now’s your chance. Ask her!
Misfit_Bassist:
So… uh… I was wondering if you'd like to come to my show next weekend… I know it's not a real date, but maybe you and I could do something afterwards…just you and me…?
Okay, I did it. She's going to say yes. She has to say yes… please say yes.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
You really want me to go to your show??
Misfit_Bassist:
Yeah… I mean, if you're not busy. I know it's last minute, so if you have a date already, it's cool. I mean, it sucks for me…
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
I would love to…
She said yes? Holy shit, she said yes!
Misfit_Bassist:
Seriously?! You'd come to my show?!
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Yeah! :) I'd love to!
Misfit_Bassist:
God, you're so fucking awesome.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Andy… I really like you…
This girl has me blushing.
Misfit_Bassist:
I really like you too… I want to see you…