“Hey,” he says.

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You step close and his eyes widen. He… God, you like him so much. You have for ages. It’s been eating you inside.

 

You just want him to know how much you like him. You just want to make him feel good. You just want him to like you back.

 

“What?” he asks.

 

You step a little closer and tilt your head. His eyes dart to your lips, and he doesn’t look opposed to it - he looks surprised, but also a little hopeful - so you go for it, moving your lips towards his-

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But he seems to snap out of his daze, moves backwards, pushing you gently away with one hand.

 

“We…” He swallows. “We can’t do that, we- the band-”

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Shit. He’s right. An air of awkwardness settles between you. Oh God, this was a fucking mistake. Things are going to be awkward for a while. You picked a terrible time to go for it. You’ve messed this up, big time-

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YOU REVEALED YOUR CRUSH ON JIMMY. YOU HAVE FAILED YOUR MISSION.