Eventually she gives up, eats the Ginger Snap, and slumps back against the wall enjoying the view of the back ally. Girl was leaving come morning. Moving up north to be with her family for a while. She’d been sitting on the roof with Boy since noon, too scared to come down ’cause it would trigger that good bye situation, and before that happened, she wanted to tell him that she liked him.

For her, this was the perfect time. She knew that no matter how Boy felt about her, she’d still be sad afterwards. Either way, it would still put a strain on their friendship. If he says no, things are always going to feel one sided. If he says yes there’s no possible way they could be together after she leaves in the morning. So she was prepared. She’d been thinking about this for some time, and as she started to realise there was a perfect gap in the conversation, she also realised that now was the time to say. She ran though in her head the sentence she has had prepared for over a week. She even ran though her response when he replied. If he says yes, she’d ask politely if she could kiss him. Only she’d deliberately kiss badly so she could politely ask to try again properly. If he said no, she’d tell him that it’s cool, and that she just needed to know, and leave before things felt too awkward.

By now she’s nervous, and just when she’s starting to decide that it’s probably best that she keep her curiosity to herself, “It might just be me, I might just be high on Ginger. But” She paused for a moment, realising she’d passed a certain point of no return “when ever I’m sitting with you here like this, everything seems lovely. I kinda wanted to know if you felt the same” He didn’t reply. Or at least not at first. For just a few seconds he stared straight ahead. Just long enough for Girl to wish dearly that he’d say something.

“I don’t know” He said.