It takes a few minutes for my thoughts to stop rushing, my heart to stop pounding, and my face and ears to cool down again. Once I'm calm, I push open the keyboard on my phone to reply to Amy's text. However, I'm only past the word "hey" before I get another message.
"I'm waiting for you in your front yard. -Amy."
I rush quickly over to the window and stare down into my yard. Sure enough, she's standing on the sidewalk leading to my front porch, grinning widely. Fumbling around, I unlock my window and push it open.
"Amy!" I yell down at her. It feels like a year since I've seen her, even though it's been less than 12 hours.
Something inside of me is tugging, willing me to tell her that I love her too. I swallow hard, panicking at the idea. 'I've never told anyone I loved them. At least, not anyone that isn't related to me.'
Yet, through the nervousness, I manage to race down the stairs and swing the door open.
"Hi Cam," she says, still grinning. "Did you get my text?"
I nod stiffly, suddenly unable to speak. The tug in my stomach dies down and then disappears altogether, forcing me back to a state of horror and panic. 'What do I tell her? Oh God, I wanna tell her how I feel so bad, but... I can't... I just can't.'
"Since Elliot and Ryder are busy, I thought maybe you'd like to go to my house. We've been kind of busy these last few weeks, I figured it'd be nice just to hang out with you and relax," she tells me.
'I wonder if she forgot about telling me she loves me in the text,' I think to myself.
"Sure," I say, taking her hand and entwining our fingers. She blushes deeply.
Allowing her to take the lead, we walk down the street hand in hand, grinning widely at each other.