"I was wondering..."

Rating: G (Oh yeah... it's fluff.)
Author's Note: This is fricken adorable =)



That’s the third time he’s tapped me on the shoulder. I thought as I hastily scribbled down the notes from the board. If I turn around, he’s going to talk to me, and not stop. I continued writing, and I felt the tap again. I’m going to get in trouble, I just know it, I thought. However, I let my better judgment slide as I put down my pencil and turned around.
“Yes?” I asked Stewart.
“I was wondering,” he said, fiddling with his pencil. “If you, erm, if you – ”
“Stewart?” the teacher called.
“Yes?” he asked timidly, looking like a startled deer.
“Is there a problem?” she pulled her glasses down her nose.
“Umm, no, there isn’t.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
“May I continue teaching my class then?”
“Yes.” He said quietly.
“Thank you.” She went back to the board and started writing notes again. I turned back around in my chair and resumed copying them down. I heard Stewart furiously scribble something down on his paper behind me. I assumed he was catching up on the notes, until I felt him tap me on the shoulder. I sighed and turned around again.
“What?” I whispered, watching the teacher out of the corner of my eye. He slid a folded piece of lined paper to me and I took it, turning back around. I unfolded the note, and saw what he wrote to me, in his scrawled, frantic handwriting:
“I was wondering, do you like food? Check ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”
I could barely keep myself from laughing. It was such a typical drummer thing to do. However, I played along, ticked ‘yes’, folded it up, and passed it back to him. I heard his scribble some more, then he tapped me again. I turned around, took the note, and turned back. Underneath my ticked answer, he had scribbled:
“Well, then, do you want to go out to get something to eat with me today?”
I turned around to face Stewart. He was grinning from ear-to-ear, goofily, and his braces were shining off the fluorescent lighting. I couldn’t help but smile back as I leaned on his desk and wrote “yes :)” within his view. I passed it back to him, unfolded, and watched his eyes light up as he read my response. He looked up at me, grinned again, and started laughing, almost giggling, quietly, under his breath.
“Stewart?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll stop talking,” he said, startled, to the teacher.
“You had better,” she said and turned back to the board.
“I’ll talk to you after class,” he whispered to me. I looked up at the clock, and, for the first time, I was counting down the minutes to the end of the class.