It is Monday morning at school. You open your locker and find a folded note inside.
“I've wanted to tell you this for a long time. Meet me by the bleachers after school."
You immediately start wondering who wrote it. There is one person who comes to [[mind]]
You take out a piece of paper and write:
“I'll be there. But you have to tell me who you are.”
You leave the note in your locker and head to class.
When you return later, there's another note waiting for you.
“You've known me longer than you think. Just give me a chance.”
Your heart starts beating faster. Could it really be $crushName?
[[1.]] Meet them after school.
[[2.]] Decide it's too risky and don't go.You show the note to your best friend, who immediately starts making guesses.
“It's definitely $crushName! Have you noticed how they always look at you?” your friend asks.
You laugh, but deep down, you hope they're right.
After school, your friend spots $crushName walking toward the bleachers.
“I told you!” they whisper excitedly.
[[1.]] Follow $crushName to find out the truth.
[[3.]] Wait for someone to approach you instead.You decide that the only way to find out the truth is to show up.
You walk toward the bleachers, your hands getting sweaty with every step.
When you arrive, you see someone sitting alone.
It's $crushName.
$crushName looks up and smiles nervously.
“You came,” they say.
“Was the note from you?” you ask.
$crushName takes a deep breath.
“Yeah. I've wanted to tell you something for a long time.”
[[1.]] “I was hoping it was you."
[[3.]] “Why did you leave me a note instead of telling me?”$crushName looks down at the ground before finally meeting your eyes.
“I wrote the note,” they admit. “I've liked you for months, but I was scared you didn't feel the same way.”
You can't help smiling.
“Honestly, I've liked you too.”
$crushName's face lights up, and suddenly all the nervousness between you disappears.
You sit together on the bleachers, talking and laughing until the sun begins to set.
Before you leave, $crushName asks, “Would you want to go out with me sometime?”
You say yes.
As you walk home, you can't stop smiling. What started as a mysterious note has turned into something you never expected.You decide that going to the bleachers is too risky. What if the note was a joke? What if you misunderstood everything?
The next morning, you open your locker and find one last note.
“I guess you didn't want to come. That's okay. I just wish I had been brave enough to tell you sooner.”
You never find out who wrote it.
Weeks later, you see $crushName talking to someone else, laughing in a way that makes your heart sink a little.
You wonder if the note was theirs and whether things might have been different if you had gone.
$crushName smiles nervously.
“I know I should have told you in person. I just didn't know how you'd react.”
You sit beside $crushName, and the two of you begin talking about everything you've wanted to say but were too afraid to admit.
$crushName tells you about the first time they noticed you. You share a few things you had noticed about them, too.
Eventually, $crushName asks, “Would you want to get to know each other better? Maybe go on a date?”
You smile and agree.
You don't know exactly what will happen next, but for the first time, you're excited to find out.There is one person who immediately comes to mind: $crushName, your classmate who always smiles at you in the hallway and somehow always ends up sitting near you.
But what if it isn't $crushName?
All day, you couldn't stop thinking about the note.
[[Write back and leave the note in your locker.]]
[[Ask your best friend to help you figure out who wrote it.]]
[[Say nothing and wait until after school.]]What is your crush's [[name]]?
(set: $crushName to (prompt: "What is your crush's name?", ""))