You're in the park with your best friend, and you're feeling weird. Maybe you're just dehydrated.
You quickly eat an ice cream. Its cold touch blesses your burning innards. Your shirt is stuck to you like a second skin. It's getting quite warm. Oh god. Oh god. It's so warm.
OK, breathe.
Still breathing. Breathing's great, innit?
So let's see... Where were we? Oh yeah – you were about to ask your best friend to go out with you.
UH...
Where did THAT come from, brain?
I'm sure this won't be weird AT ALL.
But now it's all you can think about.
I mean, you've been best friends since that time she told Amy Munroe to stop shouting "pig lad" every time your name was read out in class.
Fast forward WELL OVER AN ENTIRE DECADE, and now you wanna take it to the next level.
You know the level I'm talking about.
The Romantic Level.
If this were a video game, it'd be a post-apocalyptic level with skulls and fire, because the Romantic Level is a terrifying place.
If it goes well for you, it's all toffee apples and Cornettos, kissing on picnic blankets, and poetry.
But that's a huge "if".
Maybe you're overthinking this.
But then again, maybe you're UNDERthinking this. If you mess up, that'll not only be HELLA embarrassing, it could also spell the end of your friendship.
So what are you supposed to do? Just ignore your feelings and be happy that you're in a relationship with someone who values you as a friend?
Screw that, you should say something, shouldn't you?
