Okay, my first piece. Yay! I originally didn't intend for this to be a fanfic, but I want others to be able to read this. You can take it as any pairing, I don't care. Also, it doesn't necessarily have to be for this fandom, either. Please review; I especially love constructive criticism. By the way, when I use the "word" "handsome-ified," I sound like an idiot on purpose. It's meant to be a joke.

I Love You, Too

The hallway was silent, and the young man peered down it with trepidation. Silence rang in his ears and threatened to smother him. 'Still, no turning back now,' he though as he nervously clutched the flowers. With that in mind, he began his trek down the lonely hall.

Anxiety twisted his gut with each echo-y step. 'Echo-y? Is that even a word?' The man giggled nervously to himself. Every time he planted his foot, a new question surfaced in his mind.

Step. 'What if-'

Step. 'Should I-'

Step. 'Maybe-'

"Stop it!" He blurted out. After glancing around sheepishly, he continued his journey. This time, the steps were counted, thus eliminating those nasty, stomach-churning questions.

Fifty-two and a half steps later, he reached the door. As he raised a white-knuckled fist to knock, he paused; the sudden realization that he had no clue what to say made him shaky. Weak at the knees. Not to mention queasy. 'Actually, this was a terrible idea. I think that I'm going to -'

This thought was interrupted by two events:

A) The handsome young man spewed everything that he had eaten that day onto the floor.

B) She opened the door.

Of course, both events transpired simultaneously, so most of the terrified, horrified, handsome-ified (yes, that is a word) man's lunch ended up on the stunning, radiant, intelligent young woman's shoes.

'Well, crap!' Mr. Awkward's thoughts raced around in a frantic flurry. 'The next thing that I say is crucial. We will remember it forever. It will be engraved in our minds! In history! ON OUR GRAVESTONES!' Except, he couldn't force anything out of his stupid, nasty-tasting mouth.

A beat of silence passed. Then another. The horrific, smothering silence had returned to the hallway. The man and woman stared at each other - one with despair, the other with mild surprise and barely contained amusement.

The gorgeous lady waited patiently for the man to regain his composure.

Finally, he whipped up his bouquet of roses (which had luckily avoided the torrential downpour of vomit), and nearly whacked her in the process. "I- , you- , we-," he stammered. 'Come on. Deep breath.'

"I- I love you."

A smile. A laugh. All was right again.

"I love you, too. Let's kiss passionately and go to dinner. But only after you've brushed your teeth and I've changed my shoes."

Fifteen minutes later, the couple departed. Their laughter echoed down the hallway. Eventually, that too faded, and silence descended once more