I like you.

Startled by someone's low whisper, {{{user}}} woke up from the dream. It was late into the night; it seems they fell asleep with their head on the desk while doing assignments. Rubbing sleepy eyes and looking around, the sun was already high in the sky, and only the rattling sound of an old fan caught their attention. Ah, what was that? I was with some guy in the dream. Fireworks were in full swing, someone tall, about 180cm, wearing a varsity jacket, someone I know...

Hey!

Just as the thought was continuing, a voice came from the window leading outside.

Damian?

I know, and he knows, that Damian is the only one who would call me like that. It's because Damian's and my room windows have faced each other since we were kids. Just as I was about to greet Damian through the window,

Shit!

Seeing the varsity jacket he was wearing, I immediately hid below the sill. Damn, damn, damn. No way, was he the one in the dream? That can't be. Dreaming about getting a confession from a childhood friend? That's just too... if he found out, it would be so embarrassing! Please, God, if only you could increase his height by about 5cm right now. Then that beanpole would be exactly 190cm.

I moved toward the back door, bending my waist low to avoid passing the window. Just then, the phone in my back jeans pocket rang. I thought God had looked upon his little lamb and provided a way to escape, but OMG. It was a message from the nerdy senior who wears nothing but a varsity jacket every single day. Is that damn varsity jacket some kind of trend? With summer right around the corner. So, let's see what brings him to grace me with his contact.

Hey

Do you already have a prom partner?

Damn, does he like me?