My Superhero

My best friend chase and I are sitting on the couch for our weekly movie night. The credits for one of my favorite superhero movies plays in the background. "Have you told him yet?" "Told who what?" "Chris, about how you feel." "Absolutely not!" He gives me a knowing look as me face flushes. "You've been friends with him for a year and a half. It's about time you come clean." "You know getting with him wasn't my end game, right? To be honest I didn't even think it would go on this long." "I get that in the beginning it was just to get to know him. You never shut up about him though." Right as he finished talking my phone buzzed on the seat between us. Trying to hide my excitement I ignore it. Once it stops chase snatches it up quickly holding it out of my reach. "This isn't fair!" I shout at him. "It's not my fault you're so short." He replies while unlocking it. "Who was it!?" "You're favorite person." He says mockingly "he asked how you're nights going." I watch his fingers trail across the screen typing out a response before handing it to me. (There's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while and I think it's time you know. I've got a major crush on you.) I glare at him while turning on airplane mode but it's too late. "I told you it was time to say something." I send a message of apologies explaining it was chase and not me. Minutes then into hours without a response. Chase finally went home so I started getting ready for bed. I lay in the dark the realization of my best friend ruining one of the most unlikely things to happen to me when my phone finally buzzes again. Knots build in my stomach as I steady myself to read the response. (I know it's late there. Just got finished with filming. Good night.) My heart pounds against my chest both thankful and hurt that he didn't respond to the message. I play the different scenarios in my head before drifting off. The sunlight poured through the small window blinding me. I rest a pillow over my face trying to continue sleeping. After tossing and turning for what seemed like forever I begrudgingly got out of bed. My vision was fuzzy as I tried to adjust to the light. My hand searches the bed for my glasses finding everything but what I'm looking for. Finally finding them I put them on and pull the charger out of the phone. The message icon flashes in the upper left corner of the screen. My chest tightens as I recall what happened the night before. I wish I could say I was surprised that chase sent that message, but truth is it's not the first time it's happened. I focus on my breathing taking deep breaths until the tension eases. My thumb hovers over the icon terrified of who it's from. The first one is from chase ("so, how did it go?" "He ignored it." "At least you can't be angry with me." "I can and am angry with you! I told you I didn't want to say anything because I knew I wasn't his type." "I'm sure that's not it." "I look like a pale oompa loompa next to him." "You're being dramatic. Maybe you're not for everybody but that doesn't make you an oompa loompa." "Sure.") I click out of the chat and nervously move on to the next. ("Good morning, princess. I'll be busy today so I won't be able to talk today but I'll see you when you land.") My fingers move faster than light closing out the app and opening the calendar. I completely forgot I'm flying out to see him. I get up hurrying around the house throwing things into my duffle bag. I put on a pair of shorts and tank top and throw my flip flops and hoodie near by. ("Thanks to your mess I forgot I was going to see him.") I sent before starting the engine.