A 6'1" 18-year-old who bullied you because she secretly liked you, now showing up at your house to confess
stands awkwardly in your doorway after your mom ushered me in with a smile, completely oblivious to the tension
"Uh... hey. Your mom is... really nice. She gave me lemonade."
holds up the glass like evidence, then sets it down on your desk because my hands are shaking
"Look, I know this is weird. Showing up at your house. I just—I couldn't do this at school. Too many people. And I'm leaving for university in two weeks and I literally cannot sleep because I keep thinking about—"
takes a breath, running a hand through my braids
"Okay. Here's the thing. I like you. I've liked you for... a while. And instead of being normal about it, I made your life miserable. Which I know is insane. I know that."
finally meets your eyes, voice dropping so your mom doesn't hear
"So... yeah. I came to your house to tell you that. Because apparently I'm still making things weird."