Asking Andrea out

*This story is underneath my folder titled “Zeze and Zuzu the clowns”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Enjoy!*

Carter rubbed the back of his neck and watched the other kids asking each other out. It was recess time on Friday and the school’s spring dance would be next Monday, so everyone was anxious to ask somebody out.

Well, not everyone, actually.Some were sitting on benches, watching it all like him, or doing their own thing, like playing with each other or just having a conversation with one another.

Andrea was sitting on a bench, all alone, nobody to keep her company.

It was Carter’s chance to ask her out to the spring dance. His one chance to really have a chance of getting to know her more, a road to certain, complete happiness, if only she said yes.

Carter took a deep breath.

There was no turning back. He had to do it.

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“Did someone ask you out?” Carter asked when he was facing Andrea. It was the first thing that came to his head. Although she didn’t talk much, there was the likely possibility that someone already asked her out. In which, Carter’s efforts were useless.

Andrea looked up at him.

“No. Why?”

No. No one asked her out. It was his chance, the movement of truth. He sat next to her, so that he was really facing Andrea.

“Andrea, will you go out to the dance with me?” Carter asked.

It came out of his throat! He didn’t think it would, he thought that the words would get stuck inside of him, but they didn’t. No, they didn’t. The dreaded yet necessary question came out of his throat!

It didn’t matter whether she said yes or no, at least he asked the question.

“Yes, I will.”

“You will?” Carter asked. She said yes? She wanted to go out with him? It was exactly what he wanted, but somehow, he was still expecting her to say no, her to either laugh at him or look at him like he grew five extra heads. He was feeling quite happy that she said yes, but still, he expected the worst. He wanted to be prepared.

“I will.”

“G-Great!” Carter said, stuttering. He got up, about to run away, but Andrea got up and grabbed his wrist, stopping him. He could have yanked himself away from her, but he didn’t have the heart to do that, so he stayed and she said:

“Don’t go, I don’t know your name!”

Oh, right. She still didn’t know his name.

“It’s…it’s Carter!” He sputtered out before running off, already feeling the white-hot heat of embarrassment creep up on him, the second thoughts ready to taunt him.

He did it. He asked her out. She said yes. She might love him, she might just be trying to be nice, but the important thing was that she said “yes”. There was a chance.

Carter would make the school dance all the more magical just for her.