Crane hadnt ever felt this giddy, and it was seriouskl starting to get on her very last nerve. She couldn't focus when this dude was even in the same room as her! Her face would get all warm, and her hands would shake! Crane had started sitting on her hands-not like that stopped anything before though, right? Her legs would start bouncing.

It was almost as if Crane became an ADHD German Shepard pupoy when this boy entered into the room. She would find herself staring for a few second and then looking away only to find her gaze, or her mind returning to him. She tried slapping herself around a little bit, but nothing ever worked.

She had a dilemma. One that she couldnt vent out!

Crane paces her bedroom floor and groans pulling at her hair and dinally faceplanting on her bed with a loud shout.

She needed to talk to someone about this. Emmie. Maybe Emmie would listen? No, she would become too distracted. Markus and Darius were absolute nonos...they were Dads for Gods sake. She pressed the heels of her heads to her brow and sighed heavily.

"Get your head out of the clouds Cassidy, God...he's just a boy." He mumbles to herself. A stupidly, attractive, semi humorous, fun to be around boy of course. Crane had written down seemingly a hundred ways to confess ipto him, but just when she almost did it, somethimg happened and she backed out last minute.

Crane sits up on her bed, and grabs her Toothless, focusing on him. "Alright...I jsut gotta rehearse it a few more times and then I'll be fine. Yeah, absolutely!" Crane looks up, her confidence making her heart race rapidly.

This was going to work. Crane would ensure it, he deserved to know if he hadnt caught onto her hints already. He had the right, besides! If they never know, it wouldn't get them anywhere! Maybe this could be the start for her, maybe he could help her understand this whole thing in someway. What if he felt the same? All these thoughts raced through her head as she set Toothless aside and grabbed her journal skimming through it. Finding the page of confessions, she reads over the third one.

"Hey...so theres something I've really been meaning to talk to you about. You see, I really like you. Infact, I have for a while now-"

"Dinners ready." That same boy calls, walking past her room. Crane closes her journal and slips it under her pillow, confidence vamishing just as fast as it showed itself.

"Nope." She chimes. "Can't do it. He's too perfect!"