That night, sleep eluded Ethan. He tossed and turned, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. What if he was misreading the signs? What if Olivia only saw him as a friend? The doubts crept in, threatening to overwhelm his resolve.
As the first rays of sunlight peeked through his curtains, Ethan dragged himself out of bed, feeling both exhausted and wired. He spent an inordinate amount of time choosing his outfit, settling on a blue button-down shirt that Olivia had once complimented and his nicest pair of jeans.
At breakfast, Ethan's mother noticed his distraction. "Is everything alright, sweetie?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
Ethan managed a weak smile. "Yeah, Mom. Just... nervous about something at school."
She gave him a knowing look. "Would this 'something' happen to involve a certain girl named Olivia?"
Ethan's cheeks flushed red. Was he that transparent? "Maybe," he mumbled.
His mother's expression softened. "Oh, honey. I know it's scary, but remember – you're an amazing young man. Any girl would be lucky to have you. Just be honest and speak from your heart."
Her words bolstered Ethan's courage, if only slightly. As he left for school, he felt a mix of determination and terror. Today was the day that could change everything.