Isn't it sweet?

Backstory (for anyone reading this for the first time): I was seeing a girl, Lucy, for a couple of months. I was getting really into her but then before I had a chance to properly ask her out, she says that I live too far away and she'll be so busy with college and work that she won't have time for a relationship. I was upset for a number of weeks and then she stopped talking to me altogether. I was confused and jilted, but decided that I wanted to get to the bottom of it and tell her how I really felt. I didn't bother asking her to meet up, I knew she wouldn't reply (she did reply once, and said her phone wasn't working properly, but I think it was an excuse). I also knew where she worked on a Thursday night; a club called On Anon. She does face painting (for pill heads I'm sure it's a riot) so I knew she wouldn't be too busy to talk or anything. I decided to go.

I woke up this morning undecided. Maybe she wasn't the right girl for me. We didn't have loads in common. But I also remembered that we had so much fun together. I had never felt this way about a girl, ever. Still, I wasn't sure.
I remained feeling this way all day long. I did nothing but stay on the internet and read all day. Evening came, and I decided I would go anyway. I showered and tried to make myself look the business. I wore a shirt, and I even used hair gel. I never use hair gel. I wanted to make the best of impressions.
I left the house, quite sure of what I was going to say. I had written a story in my mind of what the scene would be like.
He approaches the table she's sitting at with an innocent smile on his face. She notices him and gasps.
'Chris, what are you doing here?' she asks.
'I came to see you.' he says.
'Are you here by yourself?'
'Yep. Look, the last time we talked, I lied a little bit.' he said.
'What do you mean?' she was taken by surprise but was a little touched that he had come all by himself. She also noticed that he looked the business.
'When I said that I didn't want a relationship because of the break up I went through during the summer. I was really about to ask you out, but I didn't bother after you said that about me living too far away. The truth is, I've never liked anyone as much as I like you. I'm falling for you'.
'Oh Chris, I was just waiting for you to say that! I wanted to know that you really liked me, and didn't just want to sleep with me! I'm ever so happy!'

And it was going to happen that way.

I arrived at the club at half nine. I went up to the floor where they have the facepainting, and noticed that Lucy was not where I thought she'd be. I wasn't totally sure what time she started at, but I knew she finished at twelve and so to be here by at least nine. I thought that maybe she was on a break. I ordered a pint for courage and sat alone for twenty-five minutes, drinking my beer and dividing time between my phone and the drinks menu. After that I got up and brought my empty glass to the bar, and asked where the facepainting usually takes place. The bargirl pointed me towards exactly where I thought she'd be. I surmised that she wasn't going to be there.
I left the club and headed towards the tube station. Before going underground and losing signal, I thought I'd go on the web on my phone and see if any of my friends were going into Kingston for drinks. After checking, I lifted my head and noticed Lucy quickly averting her gaze and walking by. She blanked me.
I was crestfallen. She didn't want to know me. I walked down to the tube with the heaviest heart. I got on the train headed for home
No. Fucking no, I thought. This sort of shit happens to me too fucking often. I'm not letting it happen again. I am getting an answer out of this girl one way or a-fucking-nother. I got off the train at the next station and went back to the club. I power walked my way there with an anger and enthusiasm that I hadn't felt in years. I stormed into the club once more and climbed the stairs like I'd never climbed stairs in my life. I marched over to Lucy, and once I saw her face, I melted.
'Chris! Hi! How are you?' she said with the smile that I had only to think of to cheer me up.
'...H..h..hi. I'm fine, how are you?' I was pathetic.
'I'm good! What are you doing here?'
' I...I don't really know.'
'Ok...well, tell me something funny'. If our relationship was a shitty sitcom, 'tell me something funny' was her catchphrase.
'Haha. Em, I don't know, What time do you start at?' I said.
'I start at ten, and I'm finished at two. Are you here with anyone?' she asked.
'No. By myself. I came to see you'
'Oh, how come?'
I kept looking at the floor and had a stupid, uncontrollable smile on my face. I looked like a psychopath.
'Do you have a break at all? I can't really talk to you about this now'. Why was I putting it off?
'No, not at all.' she said.
'Oh. Um, I wasn't really happy with how we left things the last time. Em...' I couldn't talk properly.
'Chris, do you want to meet up on Monday for a drink? We could talk then', she said, trying to save me the embarrassment.
'Yes. That would be great. Please don't think I'm mental' I said.
'Haha, I don't!'
' Ok. Good. I'll see you on Monday, then. Bye.'
'Ok, bye...' she said.
I left quickly, without looking back. I was smiling hard. In a way, I had finally done something about the situation, and the outcome wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it might be. I nearly started laughing to myself hard, thinking about how much of an awkward idiot I had been.
I got on the tube and turned on my iPod. I was still laughing to myself, and I had put my head back on the seat, relieved that it was done. I was happy, finally. Things were going in a good direction after too long. I couldn't stop smiling and thinking about the whole thing, thinking about how it's a funny story and that I wanted to write about it in my blo....Lambeth North? Fuck. I'd missed my stop.