“I bought you a rose.”
She plucked it from his hands gingerly, quickly. He smiled chivalrously.
“Please, I don't-” her exasperated words were cut of in mid-stride.
“Can't you see what you're doing to me?” His gaze stayed looming in her eyes; hers fell to the floor. Slowly, she gathered her books and continued down the hallway, rose in hand. He stood motionless behind her, listening to the every echo of her breath.
“I'm sorry,” she said, her face contorting into a confused frown.
“Why?” he yelled.
“Huh?”
“Why do you always reject me?” the boy ran forward, speaking directly to her. “Why do you always... why not?”
She stared right back into his eyes.
“I don't know, Eric. I just...”
“But that's always been your answer. Why not just one date? I've been asking you since 7th grade!” his face bore into hers to give him some closure, at least.
Her heart pounded and she looked to the linoleum to give her answers.
“Is it because you're, you're... scared to open up? You don't want anyone to understand how beautiful you are? Tell me now, because it's killing me.” As he inhaled she could feel the longing in his voice.
“I don't know.”
“Right, because no one ever knows until they open up. No one ever knows until they've gone on a roller coaster, or been in a snow storm, that you may have just had the most amazing time of your life. So please, for the sake of yourself, will you go one one date with me?”
“Thank you for the rose,” she said.
She began to walk, slowly, faster. She soon stopped. She had never thought it out. “It scares me. That... that I would get attactched to someone. That I would become more preoccupied in just another boy that I would lose focus on what I am trying to do with my life, and-”
“You think too much.”
“And it scares me because I think that I might be starting to like you.” Her eyes darted from to floor, to him, and back again.
He stepped in, inching closer to her face. The tension pounded through his eardrums. “Why are you so scared?” he asked, hardly over a whisper.
Her breath, startled, faught to find the proper words. “You know, Johnny Reed is the only boy I've ever kissed.”
“Was,” he said. And he kissed her.
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So I've had an idea for writing something like this for a while now. It ended up being mostly dialogue, which I usually don't do. I never write romance either... Is it weird to only use pronouns, should I just use their names instead? It's pretty short, but it just came out that way. ^^
edit: I made a couple changes with facial expression and stuff like that.

