Hi all. This week was a struggle and I nearly gave up, but here is my entry for Friday Fictioneers!
Only two days until prom, and decorating is underway.
Molten glue drips onto my finger, welding another button to my skin instead of the heart shaped wire frame.
Alex glances over and I quickly turn my head away, feeling every blood vessel in my cheeks dilate.
God, what is wrong with me? A question all my friends must be asking as they avoid me, like love sickness might be catching. It’s torture, this guessing game of what’s possible and what’s likely and what I want and what will actually happen.
Nothing is happening, I think, as he steps towards me.