helloo, I would like to make a request for Todd. where the reader is cheeky and flirts with him during breaks, but also leaves him small poems where she confesses her love. He feels the same way but she doesn't know it, and he confesses it to her one day when he hears her crying under a tree because she felt that he would never like her, and that she felt stupid trying to make him like her.
by the way, i love how you write and I fell in love the first time I saw Ethan Hawke in the movie😭😭💖
warning: none, too fluffy maybe!!
summary: how bad can it be having a crush on your classmate? Leaving poems in his desk, just as secretly as he is in love with you.
a/n: a long one, that's it, please clap for me A WHOLE THREE HOURS WRITING THIS 😭😭😭 hope you liked it!!! AND TY FOR YOU WORDS AND SAME I FELL FOR ETHAN IN THIS MOVIE TOO 😭😭🤍
✿ I LIKE YOU, YOU LIKE ME? : TODD ANDERSON
Every day you wait for Todd and his group of friends during breaks, since you didn’t share any classes with him. At first, you were friends with Pitts, and then you became close with all of them, except Todd. One day after classes, you saw him sitting alone. He always seemed like a bundle of nerves, but you liked that about him. You snuck up on him until you were right by his side.
“Writing for English?” Your voice made him jump in his seat, and he looked at you, startled.
“Y-yeah. I mean, no,” he stammered at first, closing his notebook and glancing around as if searching for help.
“I heard the classes are very... strange?”
Todd looked at you, almost offended, and shook his head. “It’s more than that. It’s like a lifestyle.”
“Wow. I’d like to be there, then,” you said with a smile, sitting beside him and glancing at how his hands were clinging to his pants, holding onto his comfort zone.
“You should. Why aren’t you? Aren’t we in the same year?” he asked with an honest curiosity that made you smile. It seemed like he was interested in you, in a way.
You nodded. “We are, but I got assigned a different teacher. Old-fashioned and boring, but he reads us beautiful poems,” you admitted, and for the first time, Todd smiled—just at you.
“Of course! Although we read a bit of everything, it’s always Shakespeare.”
“Mr. Keating prefers Whitman, I guess.”
Since that conversation, you would find yourself approaching Todd during every break, taking the opportunity to give him small hints about your feelings toward him, which only grew stronger. The others could notice what you were doing, but Todd? Todd always seemed to be too caught up in his thoughts, never really in the moment, but still, you liked him more.
"Todd!" You shouted from across the campus and ran in his direction. Todd blushed at feeling so many eyes on him, but still, he stopped and waited for you. "Thanks for coming over," you said, laughing, and stopped by his side, letting your lungs take in a bit of air.
"‘I-I’m sorry!’ He would say, embarrassed to feel so clumsy just watching you run.
"It’s okay" you said with a smile, stepping closer. "On Monday, I’ll have a presentation" you started shyly, and Todd looked at you, confused. ‘I’ll have to recite a poem.’
"Do you want help?’" he asked, with a voice as delicate as always.
"No! I mean, I would loved that, but I already have one, I just... I don’t know, I thought maybe you could come watch me.’
Todd paused for a few seconds, then snapped back to reality and nodded. "Of course. I don’t think I have anything to do. J-just tell me the time, and I’ll be there." He never looked you in the eyes for long. For a few seconds, his eyes would meet yours, then he would find something less invasive to focus on. But you liked it.
"At four. Library. If you go, you should bring me some roses."
"I-i should?" Todd nervously looked around. "I'll have to grab some from here, then."
You laughed. "Bring some pretty ones."
"Aren't all flowers pretty?"
You nodded. "You're right. I should be more specific. Bring ones that won't make me sneeze all day."
"You're allergic? Then why would you ask me to bring flowers?"
You shrugged. "Because they're pretty. The gesture will be sweet, too," you said, winking at him, making Todd blush slightly.
After that conversation, you began leaving little notes with poems written for Todd under his desk every day without fail. You would hide behind the door, watching his reaction from the hallway. His pink cheeks, sparkling eyes, a shy smile he failed to hide, and his hands hurriedly stuffing the notes into his pockets made you completely happy. You wondered if he kept them for himself and hid them somewhere special.
Weeks went by, and your moment to recite in the library finally came.
When it was your turn to step up, you held the paper in your trembling hands, and your eyes instinctively searched for that blonde hair, but failed. Todd hadn’t shown up. You sighed in disappointment and recited your poem. The room filled with applause and cheers, and people praised you all the way back to your seat. As you walked back to your dorm, you saw him. Todd Anderson was sitting on the grass with the other poets laughing, and suddenly, it all made sense. He didn’t like you.
Todd looked at you, his eyes wide open, but you simply turned away and headed toward the solace of your dorm.
The next days, the notes on his desk stopped appearing, taking with them Todd’s excitement to arrive early to class just to read them. From then on, you also avoided Todd at all costs, not wanting to see his face, wishing to forget him. But he remained etched in your mind and heart, as important as a commandment and as necessary as the air in your lungs.
But you never cried, instead, you were angry at yourself for your foolish efforts to win his affection, which ultimately amounted to nothing. That changed one afternoon when you were sitting under a tree, far from Welton. The wind played with your hair, and the orange sunlight on your face heightened your emotions, and you ended up crying.
Footsteps startled you, and as you looked up, there he was. Todd. His face, worried and exhausted as always, but this time, his eyes held an unusual brightness.
He knelt in front of you, his face full of concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his hesitant hands hovering in the air, unsure whether to touch you.
You nodded. "Yeah, go away, Todd."
"No, you're not," he murmured, watching as you swallowed your tears and avoided his gaze.
"I am. It's nothing, okay?"
"Come on, you can tell me," he whispered, something inside him knowing it was his fault, yet still gathering the courage when he saw you crying under that old tree.
"I'm sorry," he blurted out, interrupting you. "I didn’t mean to miss your presentation. It’s just that—"
"You don’t have to make excuses, Todd. Really. You could’ve just said no," you murmured, letting out a tired sigh.
"No! I wanted to go. It's just... I wanted to find flowers for you, but I couldn’t. I asked the guys for help. At three! But time passed, and we failed. I’m sorry," he stammered, his hands fidgeting in a silent war with each other.
"Todd. It was sweet of you to try. But it's okay, I forgive you. That’s not why I’m like this, so don’t feel bad," you said, your voice as strained as Todd’s, which wasn’t usual for you.
"Then what is it? Y-you can trust me, I promise," he said, sitting in front of you, moving a few inches closer.
"It's silly," you said, playing with the long grass beneath your feet. "I'm... scared?" you confessed.
"Yes, you know. That feeling you get when you think about the future or the past or the dark or—"
"I know! I mean, scared of what? I’m scared of many things... too many," he murmured, looking at you expectantly
"Of love," you admitted, embarrassed. "Not love itself, but the absence of love, you know?" Todd nodded eagerly. "I mean, I don’t know if I’ll ever be loved or if I’ll have something with someone! And it's scary."
You felt so small next to Todd, filled with fear, shame, and shyness. Todd, on the other hand, felt with so much power, more power than what he liked. He knew he needed to encourage you, but the words wouldn’t leave his mouth, making the moment worse.
"Don’t say that. You will be loved, you already are."
"By my mom, maybe," you said with a chuckle.
"No, I mean, yes! But I mean romantically."
"Do you believe in that idea that the love of my life is destined and wandering out there?" you whispered as if sharing a secret.
Todd nodded. "Y-yes. They could be very close to you. Closer than you think. Right in front of you... trying so hard to be noticed. Failing. Always," he finished with a whisper, his hands ceasing their internal fight and gripping each other for comfort.
"Todd, what are you talking about?" you asked breathlessly.
"I like you! I like you..." For the first time in your life, you heard him speak so loudly and clearly that it startled you, leaving you unable to form any words. "You don’t have to say anything... Your eyes. They say more. Always," he murmured, looking into your eyes for so long that you feared feeling exposed.
But then you understood. You already were. Todd already knew you were the girl behind the poetry and that you felt as deeply for him as he did for you. His hands released their grip and gently touched your face, wiping away the silent tears streaming down your cheeks and caressing the flushed areas. Your crying stopped, and your heart raced. You felt his heavy breathing over you, and he felt yours. After a few seconds, Todd kissed you. It was short, rushed, and anxious. But it was the best kiss you’d ever had in your life.
"I like you too. A lot, Todd," you whispered without opening your eyes, afraid your eyes would say more than your lips.
"I knew it the second week the notes stopped," he said, and you opened your eyes. "That’s when I realized I wasn’t the only one in love."
"Todd..." He silenced you with another kiss, this one slow, delicate, and patient, filled with unwritten poetry between the lines. Much better than the first, leaving you wanting more.
After that, the two of you began dating. You showed your love through physical acts, like kissing, hugging, or holding hands all the time. Meanwhile, Todd preferred to be more reserved. He now left you notes and preferred to kiss you in secret, feeling the intimacy of his love. And then, everything made sense.
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