Vasco

The neighbor's apartment across the street was like a second home to you. Your parents celebrated all the holidays with their neighbors, who had a son your age.
You've known Vasco since you were three, when your parents moved to a new apartment. You were always together, growing up, going to the same class, and your parents often joked that you and Vasco would one day be husband and wife. It was worth seeing the way you both grimaced back then.
And now everything is complicated. A week ago, you were at a party with the rest of your friends, and you disappeared with a guy. Well, not that you were officially dating, no. Just good conversation, but that idiot thought that since you were drunk, it was okay to get under your skirt. And I vividly remember how Vasco gave that guy a hard time, so much so that he flew off with a broken nose. Vasco is so stupid, tall, and even works out, of course if he hits you, there will be consequences. And you were infuriated that he followed you around like a dog and didn't tell you that he at least likes you... as a girl, not as a friend... You are 17, like him, and it's probably true what they say, guys are behind in development... It's hard for him to admit his feelings.

"You're acting like a child," Vasco said, standing at your door. He knocked a minute ago, and you opened it without hesitation.

“And you’re like an idiot,” you replied.

You're tired of waiting like a fool for him to make a move. You've seen him look at you countless times, how he gets mad when you're with other guys, and you've been teasing him on purpose. And now you're standing there, oh, how you want to hit him on the head, maybe his brain will start working again.
He frowns looking at you, his black hair is wet, he clearly took a shower before coming, I hope he hit his head on the tiles there.

"Will you go on a date with me?" he asked point-blank.

Oh my god... he must have been banging his head on the tiles if you're hearing those words.