Disclaimer: This is Mandy Moore's song, obviously. I did not write this. (I'm not smart enough! lol)

You know everything that I'm afraid of
You do everything I wish I did
Everybody wants you, everybody needs you

I stood around at my high school's dance, having Mandy Moore's song Crush being played at the loudest possible volume. I've always loved that song because it's so pretty, but also because of a reason many people don't know.

I know I should tell you how I feel
And I wish everyone would disappear
And every time you call me, I'm too scared to be me
And I'm to shy to say

The reason was that I had a crush on someone. He was immensely popular, but I don't know why. He's no jock, he's incredibly smart, and he's no muscle-head. I myself am not very popular, but I'm not considered a nerd or dork, either. I'm in the middle; the class of high-schoolers that is quickly forgotten, the class that's easy to miss. I'm afraid that he's missed me too.

Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush when I'm with you
Ooh I got a crush on you, a crush on you

Here I basked in my own misery, looking at the handsome face with the spectacular personality. His eyes caught mine and beckoned me over to him and his large group of friends. My heart leaped, and I walked over.

You know, I'm the one that you can talk to
And sometimes you tell me things that I don't want to know
I just want to hold you
And you say exactly how you feel about her
And I wonder, could you ever think of me that way

"Hey..." he said, shifting his feet.
"He-Hey..." I stuttered. I had to think of something to say. "Uhh... um... nice belt," I heard come from my mouth. Nice BELT? Oh my God, he must think I'm a total dork.
But instead, he smiled and said, "I love this song."
"Oh, so do I! I know all of the words." I agreed, as I sang along.

Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush when I'm with you
Ooh I got a crush on you, a crush on you

I decided to go for it. "Wou-would you like to...dance?"
Before he could answer, my best friend Diana pulled me into the girls bathroom.
"Are you CRAZY?!" she shouted to me. She's the only one who knows that I like him, besides my diary (if that counts.)
I stood there, pensively for a moment, and then answered her, "yeah, I am."

Ooh I wish I could tell somebody
But there's no one to talk to
Nobody knows I've got a crush on you
A crush on you, I got a crush

I walked out of the bathroom to go back to see his answer. He wasn't there. I thought he moved, so Diana and I looked all over the gym to find him. We pressed between the three thousand people crushed together in a small gym, made for a school of one thousand.

You say everything that no one says
But I feel everything that you're afraid to feel
I will always want you, I will always love you

We looked through that gym ten times, but he wasn't there, not even in the cafeteria having the overpriced pizza. I sat down on the floor near the wall, ready to burst into tears. I must have scared him off; I must have grossed him out. I bet he wasn't going to ask me to dance but if we had homework in math, or maybe he wanted to see if I was dumb enough to even come over.

Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush when I'm with you
Ooh I got a crush on you, a crush on you

Diana stood next to me, trying to comfort me when Alexia came over, holding a note.
"Sandra?" she said to me. I nodded. "Josh (ooh, I melt at his name every time) wanted me to give this to you." Alexia handed me the white piece of paper, folded into a paper football.
I opened it up, and it said only nine words, but they made me more happy then I've ever felt.

I do feel the way that you do.
~Josh