I sat alone at lunch.

As usual.

Until Phil came up and sat next to me.

"Hey, sorry about getting you in trouble in class."

"I wasn't in trouble, but it's cool."

"So, are you actually gay?"

"Why would I say I am what I'm not?"

Cue the seductive wink.

"Err, true. I just didn't think people like you were gay."

"People like me?"

"I mean, cute people...

"No I didn't mean to say that, I... I'll go then."

He got up and I grabbed his wrist pulling him back down.

"No, please stay."

He looked at me and blushed.

"Okay, I will."

We kind of awkwardly sat in silence. (A/N Cause somebody stole our car radio obvs.)

And then I reached up to grabs something and my left hand slipped and landed directed on top of his.

I looked up at him and gave him an awkward grin and he slowly intertwined his fingers with mine.

Oh my god.