“Bro how did i get an f on the test?” I ask Asher as we walk out of class “Well did you study?” He says already knowing the answer “no i did not study” i say in a small grumble he laughs the sound rich and sweet it makes my heart flutter. Asher is just my friend that’s all we are friends i mean if he asked me out or something I wouldn’t say no but he doesn’t like me like that so whatever He clears his throat waking me from my thoughts and he says “are you coming to practice later?” Oh right practice “yeah ill be there” great now where just awkwardly walking down the hall ugh! Why am i so bad at starting conversations especially with him.i look up at the flickering lights in the long gray hallway filled with kids the loud buzzing of conversations i wonder what its like to not be awkward man i wish. If a genie would give me three wishes they would be 1: Asher would be my boyfriend. 2: i would be the greatest artist in the world. 3: I wouldn’t be so dam awkward.