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We first became friends a month before winter break in our third year of high school.
Looking back I should have probably noticed it, but after finishing my first two years of high school as a boy and coming back the next summer suddenly as a girl, it seemed almost impossible for someone to actually be interested in me; let alone in love with me. Yet there I stood, in the back end of my school’s library; 10 minutes after class had ended and 30 minutes before the final bell rings, being confessed to by a fairly tall boy, with dark blonde hair that, if it wasn’t for glasses he wore, would cover his eyes. This boy, from what I’d heard around school, had many nicknames like ghost boy or mystery but I called him Sean Fisher (and someday in the future, sweetie).
Sean Fisher, from the little, that I’ve heard from classmates; he quite possibly the smartest student in school. he doesn’t seem to have many friends, (of course I’m not one to talk) and he seemed to spend most of his time in the library, which made the location of this confession make a little more sense.
From what I can remember at the time I'd only gotten a chance to talk to him 2 times before, the first being at the opening ceremony, with both our last names beginning with “F”; that meant we ended up sitting next to each other for the last three years. I asked him at the first one if his name was a fisher and when he replied “yes”, I sat down next to him and that was all we spoke about that day.
The second time we spoke was 10 minutes before this when suddenly he walked up to me and asked to speak with me in the library. So it’s safe to assume that we didn’t really have any connection from what I could tell.
Walking into the library, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Over the last couple of months, I’ve been asked to speak with other classmates privately but most of those ended in being harassed in some way by them and their friends. However, something about Sean didn’t seem like he would be the kind of person who would do that to someone, at least I don't think he would.
When I got to the back, there he stood, looking at the window peacefully. Slowly, with the wind blowing through the windows, he turned around at the sound of me walking up to him.
“I-i didn’t think you would come…” he stuttered.
“I highly considered not to…” I looked at him.
“R-right…” he flinched.
“What did you want to talk to me about…?” I began looking over at the bookshelves.
“I-uh…” he started to fidget with his hands, “i-i think…” he took a deep breath, “I’m in love with you…” he stood up straight.
“Huh?” Did I stop for a moment, love me? I thought. Does he even know what he’s saying? “Very funny.” I laughed.
“What?” he jumped.
“Good joke, really. Asked the “boy that wears skirts” to the library and pretended to be in love to make fun of me.”
“N-no you misunderstand i-”
“But listen here, I will not be made a fool anymore. So you tell your little friends that are hiding that this prank is over.” I walked closer to him so we were inches apart.
“N-no this is not a prank, I promise you…” he grabbed both my hands, “I really do love you, I know it sounds crazy, but I do. I have since the first moment I met you…” he smiled.
“B-but why?” I moved away from him and blushed.
“I don’t know really, I can just feel it when I look at you. I know you probably think I'm weird…”
“Weird? I’m the last person who should be judging someone for being weird.” I laughed.
“Right…” he laughed as well. He smiled like nothing I've ever seen. It was one of those things you only got to see every once in a while, like a shooting star. He coughed a bit and spoke up, “I know it sounds weird, since I just confessed to you, but I was wondering if we could be friends? I wouldn’t want you to answer me back right away or anything; heck I don’t even know if you’d be interested in me, plus I would really like to get to know you better so…” he spoke fast.
“I-uh sure…” I smiled.
Honestly, at the time, I didn't quite understand why someone would want to be around me, let alone want to date me. But I thought it would be at least a good chance to make a friend since no one really wanted to talk to me anymore.