(copy and pasted from Tumblr cause there's no way I'm writing all this again )
I DESPERATELY need advice
Ive had a crush on this guy since middle school. Like, A massive one. I didn't tell any of my friends, though, cause he said he liked guys and I'm not gonna hit on a gay guy
Anyway
A few days ago I went to this dance, with the plan to leave early to watch Les Mis. He was there, and he ended up coming with us
Fast forward a bit, we're explaining an inside joke about a chair (In Les Mis, there's a part where one of the revolutionary guys kisses a girl to steal the chair she was sitting in for the barricade. So, after that, we started going "Hey, that's a nice chair you got there, can I get that chair?" "I dunno, man, I'm really attached to this chair." and then we'd play chicken) and he PULLS ME DOWN so I'm less than an inch away from him
So naturally I start freaking out. This guy is HOT. I start blushing a ton.
Then my friend goes "Are you BLUSHING??"
I fall off the couch in embarrassment. The guy said something, i don't remember what it was, but he was implying that I had a crush on him
and I said, "You KNEW?"
He apparently did not. He shoots off the couch in shock, I'm not even exaggerating it. So he asks me i
"You - What?"
"Yeah, since middle school."
"YOU'VE LIKED ME SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL?????"
Not my finest moment…
Then he says, "Wait a minute, that makes a lot of sense. You're the only one who will listen to me talk about Aaron Tveit's hair." (Aaron Tveit plays Enjorlas in the movie)
Anyway the movie continues, and we've performed so many parts of it together by this point, so during A Little Fall of Rain (LES MIS SPOILERS: A girl who's in one-sided love with this guy dies in his arms) we're both on the floor, and he's holding me, and I'm about to die (Both because of the literal part of the movie and also cause, you know, HIM) and he's looking into my eyes and
And later I'm acting out Javert's Suicide on this ledge thing, and he starts recording me? Idk. I slayed though. I could seriously play Javert.
Anyway.
The movie ends, and it's like 1:30 in the morning. We go upstairs because my friend's mom made cookies. He said something about Aaron Tveit's hair being around 3 inches one year and I was flabbergasted, I asked him how he knew the inch count.
And he goes, "I literally told you the inch count of his beard a while ago, don't you remember? so I tell him "I wasn't paying attention. You know that now"
And this bitch smiles, and I feel like I'm gonna pass out
If you saw his smile you'd understand
but why the heck was he smiling???? He told me he liked guys?????
Anyway he drives me back home, and calls me babe on the way, but I overthink it cause, like I said, he told me he liked guys. So we get there, and I thank him and get out of the car to walk up to my house, but he says "Valerie."
And I freeze, cause I think I'm about to get rejected. I go up to the car, and I'm on the outside of the open window. It was dark, so I couldn't see his face very well, but then he says
"Hey, I know it's like one in the morning… But did you mean what you said earlier?"
And at this point I'm panicking cause even though it's dark I can see him smiling
so naturally I say yeah
And he starts saying these random sentence fragments that I couldn't pick out, and then he goes, "Yeah, I'm gonna give you my phone number"
WHAT?
So he gives me his phone number and I go inside, only to not sleep all night cause I'm replaying that in my head all night.
The next morning I text him, but he doesn't answer, so I text him again about being at a dinner thing asking him to save me
And that bitch said "L"
but then "How do I save you"
so we start talking for a bit, eventually the conversation dropped off.
Today he texted me first, and asked how the dinner thing went
And somehow that ended up with me listening to the entirety of Moulin Rouge and ranting to him about it
He said that "Your Song" is a work of art, so I got a little bold…
and I texted him "You're a work of art"
WITHING A MINUTE he responded, "girl stop making me kick my feet"
WHAT DO I DOOOOOOO
HELP