I was halfway under my bed, cleaning out for the first time in a year, digging out stuff that I couldn't believe I had stored under there. Lots of garbage, that's for sure. I had already filled a whole garbage bag with trash I had pulled out. I was working on retrieving some pizza crusts when my phone vibrated my jeans pocket. The sudden feeling caused me to jump and hit my head off the top of the bed.

"Fuck..."

I mumbled and crawled out from the mess. After I escaped and pulled my phone from my pants pocket, I hit the accept button, not even bothering to check who it was.

"Hello?"

"O-oh, uh, h-hey, (Y/N)!"

I could recognize that voice from anywhere. Morty. I felt my cheeks heat up a little.

"Hey Morty! What's up?"

"I w-was wondering if, maybe you w-wanted to h-hang out?"

He stuttered out cutely.

"Sure! Meet you then."

I quickly hung up before I could say anything stupid.

Wait. Why did I even like him? He was supposed to be my neighbor and best friend. Nothing else.

For whatever reason, I couldn't get enough of the teen. I blamed it on the fact that he was so adorable.

After I waded through my ankle-deep mess, I rummaged through my closet to find some clothes that weren't dirty. I settled on a plain (f/c) hoodie and some blue jeans. It was nothing fancy, and became even less fancy when I threw on my sneakers (which were caked with dry mud.)

I sighed and began to brush my (h/l) hair, hoping I looked okay. I still couldn't believe I was doing all this for meeting a friend outside.

Too late now.

I dragged myself out the door and sat on the front porch, waiting for my one and only crush to show up.

Several moments later, Morty appeared. I hurriedly looked him up and down. Curly chocolate brown hair and eyes in the same color, his favorite yellow t-shirt, jeans and his white Converse sneakers.

What he always wore.

I felt even guiltier about spending so much time putting together a new outfit. I stared at him a little too long. I hurried to meet his eyes and smile, pulling myself up from the porch and joining his side. He gave me an adorable smile back.

"H-hey!"

Morty chirped, and I noticed his face looked a little red. I wondered if he was getting sick.

"What did you want to do?"

I got straight to the point. His face got redder as he nervously chuckled. Then again, he was always nervous. My little ball of stress.

"Uh, n-nothing in p-particular."

I sighed at his lack of plans. I didn't have enough courage to grab his hand and pull him along with me, so I just told him to follow behind me.

I led him to the park. Surprisingly, no one was around. Even on a beautiful Friday.

I sat on one of the wooden benches and closed my eyes, listening to some little sparrows chirp happily in a nearby tree. Morty joined me. He was so close, I could feel his leg touching mine. I blushed a tiny bit but didn't dare open my eyes. He sat in silence for a few minutes, until he couldn't stand it anymore.

"W-what was the p-purpose of coming here?"

He asked. I snapped my eyes open and looked at him. As soon as our eyes locked, I couldn't look away. Every part of me was frozen. I urged myself to snap out of it and answer his question.

"I don't know. That's why I was just sitting back and chillin'."

I stood up from my seat and started edging towards the pine tree where the sparrows were. Morty ran after me, not wanting to be left alone.

I hauled myself up onto the first branch of the tree. I continued to climb while he stayed on the ground, staring up at me. I shook my head at him not joining me on my amazing adventure. After a few minutes of climbing, I made my way to the top of the tree. I peered down at him below. He looked as small as a june bug.

"G-g-get down!"

He yelled up at me.

"C'mon, come up here! It's beautiful!"

I yelled back as I spied what must be the sparrows' nest right next to my leg.

"Please g-get down!"

He repeated himself. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Fortunately, getting down was easier than getting up, so I was back on the ground within two minutes.

"You're no fun."

I pouted at him. His cheeks got a bit pink when I said that.

"I j-j-just don't want y-you to g-get h-hurt..."

He whispered, almost inaudible. He was staring at his shoes now.

"Morty, don't worry about me."

I mumbled. Deep inside me, I was jumping with joy at the thought of him caring so much.

"I c-can't stop worrying a-a-about you, (Y-Y/N)."

He responded and slowly raised his head to look me in the eyes. It was like what happened previously - I couldn't look away from him. I felt as useless as Internet Explorer. We stared at each other for what felt like hours, until I noticed him getting closer...

Wait, closer?!

My eyes widened as his face was mere centimeters from mine. Seconds stretched out forever as he kept inching closer until he locked his lips with mine. I quickly closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his back as I kissed him. He seemed to be in shock, but he eventually held me in his arms. It felt so good to be right there, right at that moment. I had waited so long for it to happen.

He kept it short and sweet, pulling away after a few seconds. His face was as red as a tomato, and I realized mine felt like it was on fire.

Seriously.

I could feel my ears burning.

He appeared extremely surprised by his own actions, and a lot more anxious than I had ever seen him. He was nervously laughing. It was adorable seeing him that nervous. I reached out and grabbed his hand, something I would have never done before, well, just a few moments ago. He started to calm down a bit at the contact.

"I-I-I love you, (Y-Y/N)..."

He whispered in my ear. I shivered and smiled to myself.

"I love you too, Morty."