Twenty five

Anytime I saw the characters in movies staring at each other for too long, I always felt the need to hit a hammer against their heads, which would probably make them understand that staring at each other for a long time was crazy and not so romantic. Not for once would I have thought I would be staring at a man for more than thirty seconds. 

I crossed my fingers, trying as much as possible to ignore the heaviness and hard thumps in my heart. I just needed this dream to end. But, that didn't seem to be working. This was reality. Ryan had just said he liked me? 

Wait, what? Sweet Jesus! 

Praise, Vicki, Tracie, mom and dad, had said that he always came to visit me, only because he liked me. But no, they were wrong. He didn't like me. He had said he loved me! 

I had thought I wasn't his type. So, how could he like me? How? When? Where? And wait, me? The middle class chic? Okay, I woul