My heart felt like it was being hopelessly pulled along as Jack continued to walk ahead of me. I tried my best to look not suspicious as I snuck a couple of glances at his ass as well as a couple of blink-182 albums. The silence of the record store was surprisingly really unpleasant. My pestering brain thought that right now was the best time to heighten any kind of feelings I felt towards this guy.

The way his eyes would just divert their gaze towards the ground when he was thinking hard about something. The way his mouth would twitch into a smile even before I finish telling a joke. The way how his head was subtly bobbing up and down to the beat of the songs playing in the store on this warm afternoon.

Jack is what one would define as perfect. He had the type of personality that is instantly likable and he genuinely tries to uphold the likeness when you get to know him. My problem is that I don't just like him. 

I really like him.

Jack had grabbed the 'Enema of the State' album and headed towards the counter. "Did you want anything?" he asked. I shook my head, "No, I was just looking around." I said. He turned back to counter and started exchanging his money for the vinyl. I looked down at the weirdly patterned flooring and dug my sneaker into its shiny floor, I listened for the faintest squeak and laughed to myself. After a while, I looked up and saw Jack smiling at me. My cheeks felt a flaming hot sensation wash over them and my awkwardness kicked in.

"Looked like you were in your own little world there." Jack mused.

I hid my face in my hands laughing quietly. "I zoned out, I'm sorry." my muffled voice squeaked out. Jack removed my hands from my face and had a really cute smile on his lips. Those very kissable lips. 

I watched the subtle features on Jacks face morph. His lips were suddenly getting closer to mine and I felt my heart race. We were both silent and if I wasn't watching as closely as I was, I probably wouldn't have noticed.It looked like a thought interrupted him and then his smile looked forced. He moved away and scratched  his neck, looking down, "We should head back now." He said. I nodded. 

There was suddenly an awkward air between us. Like something from a  2000's teen chick flick. Like maybe for a second he wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss him.