Nosebleed and a drink.

 "Are you coming out tonight", my brother asks me. I lift my eyes from the phone's screen, and make contact with his eyes. "You do know, I'm not much of a going out person right", I respond to him. My brother shuns at my response, and says, "the better question I should be asking you, is are you coming out tonight, since she's going to be at the party too?"  

I quickly get up from my comfortable position on my bed, and ask my brother, "wait she's going to be there too? Like legit, and you're not just messing with me?" My brother gives me an annoyed chuckle and smile. "You've got forty minutes to get ready, and make yourself look pretty for her", he tells me while walking out of the room.

Without any hesitation, I grab a fresh outfit out of the closet, rush to take a shower, and spend the last few minutes dolling myself up. My brother starts the car, and roars it's engine to signal me that it's time to go. And as we're heading off to the party, I keep checking if my hair is looking neat, and if I still smell fresh out of the shower. 

My brother shakes his head, and under his breath exclaims, "love sick puppy." 

"What was that", I ask him. My brother just sighs, and pleads to me, "I hope tonight is the night you tell Yvette you like her and finally make your move. Lord knows we've been waiting since primary for this story to find it's conclusion." With a silly smile, I tell him, "don't worry man, tonight is the night. I can smell it." My brother just shakes his head, and under his breath again, he says, "just don't embarrass our family name tonight Aasir."

We make it to the party, and my eyes lock on Yvette as their primary target as I walk in.

"How does she do it?", the question beckoned in my mind. The party was pretty dry in my opinion, but Yvette brought so much life to such a dead surrounding. And what was even more fascinating, was how she was doing all that by just sitting there, looking ever so lovely.

"How does she do it", the question rang again in head. In a room full of all these beautiful people, my focus was all on her. She sat right in the middle of a group of girls. "The head of the pack", I always knew her for.

I couldn't help but daydream about her, and constantly forget about everything else in the room. Kind of strange if you think about it, considering it is a night party.

I started to paint out everything little feature I liked about Yvette in my heart. From her hair, so fair and black. Like a night filled with ten thousand stars, dancing in a constant line. Her smile, so pure and devine, you'd think the Heavens were smiling at you. Her light brown eyes could stun any man to remain still. And of course her lips, that held maturity in every word she spoke. I bet kissing them would be like tasting the finest of all wines.

I had liked her for the longest of time. So much so, that any other girl who approached me never stood close to Yvette's standard. Now what I really needed to do, was at take a chance with her. "And if it all blows up in your face, you can finally move on with your life", my brother keeps banging on about. 

In my heart, I knew we could be something special. In fact, my heart cried about it being so.

I noticed some drinks were being lined up on a table, and I figured that was my point of entry. "I'll grab a drink for her, and I. Maybe spit a few bars, and afterwards tell her I like her", I ran the scenario in my head. So like a loaded gun, I took the chance to shoot my shot. And I hoped to meet my mark.

I grabbed the drinks, and started to walk up to the group of girls were Yvette was in the middle of. And as I was walking, I could feel my brother's eyes follow my every move with a heavy amount of pressure at every glance. 

Now the plan didn't go as accurately as I planned it. Instead, I walked up to Yvette and I told her abruptly, "I like you. Like a lot like you." Not a smart move, considering I said that in front of all her girlfriends. I knew they were going to have a good laugh out of my grief of affections. 

But the butterflies in my stomach did circles upon circles at Yvette's response.

"I like you too", she said with that devine smile.

"For real", I said in my head, "maybe this could be the start of something special, far beyond my imaginations." "Maybe in five months, her and I will be dating. And every waking moment I spend with her will feel better than the last. And how lucky would I to be, to be with someone as special as her?

In a few years, I'd build a life for both of us to live in. 

Sure, we'd go through our ups and downs, as all relationships do. At times I'd tell myself, "she's the worst", but afterwards hate myself for thinking such a thing. Soon I'd get to meet her parents, and she'd meet mine. The next two years I'd get to know her even more than the previous knowledge I already had. And like this time, I'd take another shot.

"Will you marry me?", I'd drop the question under the night of stars. Or maybe the rain? 

Four years later, have everyone breathing down our throats, about finally having a baby. And it wouldn't be like we can't afford to have a child. But us just wanting to spend our first few years as just two lovers.

Probably have the one child. And plan to spoil that child rotten. But we'd all still be one big happy family sitting on some beachside and watching the sun set. And maybe in that moment, I'd ask myself, "what more could I ask for, when I have everything I want right now?"

But the problem with all of that, is it's all just a conclusion I wish happened in reality. The actual reality is, I didn't even make it ten steps close to Yvette. I tripped up quite literally, because right now I'm laying face flat on the ground. The drinks are spilled on the floor and on me. And as I lift my head to see all the faces laughing at me, only two things grab my attention.

Question is, what hurts me the most? Seeing my brother shake his head, with a look saying, "you had one job Aasir." Or Yvette and her girlfriends all having a good laugh at my nose dripping with blood, mixed with the spilled drink on the floor.