𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃, jeremiah fisher

twenty. being this young is art

I CAN'T STOP smiling as I recall yesterday's events.

My lips are still tingling, and my skin is still tender from Jeremiah's touch. My cheeks turn hot every time I think of what happened, and my heart goes into a frenzy. He said he didn't want to be friends. And then he kissed me.

I quietly squeal into my pillow, smiling so hard I'm almost sure that my cheekbones are going to break any second. I've been like this since yesterday, and I don't think that's going to change any time soon.

My phone chimes with a text notification. Glancing at it, I stare at Jeremiah's contact with my grin growing larger by the second. I'm almost scared to look at it. As if maybe I imagined the entire thing or maybe he had a lapse in judgment yesterday.

I could handle the former, but the latter would destroy me.

Gathering the courage, I open his text.

let me take you out today

I bite my lip hard enough that it almost draws blood. My mind is a jumble of thoughts when he sends another text.

please say yes

And then another one seconds later.

the silence is killing me, fall

I snort, rolling onto my back and thinking about how to respond so I don't seem too eager or too casual. My thumbs don't even have enough time to start texting him back when the screen lights up with an oncoming call from said boy.

My lips quirk up in amusement. I answer the call and bring my phone to my ear.

"Hey—"

"Finally," he says on the other line.

I roll my eyes. "You texted literally a minute ago."

"An entire minute you could have responded. Seriously, Fall, I was about to have a heart attack."

I let out a chuckle. "Didn't realize you were that obsessed with me, Fisher."

"Well, I am."

My stomach flips. I have to physically resist the urge to squeal by pressing the palm of my hand against my mouth.

"Well?" he says when I don't respond. "Wanna hang out today?"

I bite my lip even though he can't see my smile. "Okay."

But he must have heard the smile in my voice because I can hear it in his. "Good, because I'm outside your window."

My eyes widen. I quickly run over to my window, looking out and seeing a tall blonde boy standing there, staring up at me.

"I feel like you're never going to learn how to use the front door," I muse.

He shoves his phone back into his pocket. "Probably not."

I smile. He grins.

"Give me ten minutes," I say.

He groans. "That's too long, Fall."

I roll my eyes. "You can't live without me for ten minutes?"

He stares me down for a minute before climbing up the ledge that leads to my window. Before I have time to blink, he's already up and leaning against my window. He's way too good at that.

I step back so I don't cause him to fall, but he leans in even closer toward me.

"No," he whispers, eyes glued to my lips. "I can't."