I’m easy.
As in, like this easy.
There’s a cutie in your 10th grade Chemistry Lab, whom you stare at daily through the foaming beakers and Bunsen Burners. But are always afraid to talk to. Until one day, when exiting class, she smiles and says hello.
A few days later, your heart beating rapidly, you see her at her locker, and summon up the courage to approach. She doesn’t shoo you away with a “Outtamyface, creep.” She actually laughs at something stupid you say.
You float through the rest of the day fully in love.