To be frank - it's not a monumental thing. You've always known who you are in this way, but your first real crush hits like a pile of bricks. You're closer to thirteen than you are twelve and an older boy - only slightly (fourteen-ish) is visiting and he's nice to you and he's cute. You find yourself tongue-tied and are hardly able to look at him the entire duration of the morning. When they're ready to leave your parents tell you not to be rude and instead of saying bye or nice to meet you you say hihasanyonetoldyouyourecute and turn nearly the shade of the shirt you're wearing.
If it hadn't been obvious before - you were obvious now. Jon teased you for a whole day and Aya gave you a knowing look.
It only got worse when a few months later they moved into town. He's seated next to you in a class and it takes a solid week for you to work up the courage to say something to him of any merit.
Nothing actually happens, but some part of you wishes it did.
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