I arrived 5 minutes before the actually time.
So I sat alone on a booth, and scrolled through my phone.
I remembered when you asked me for my number.
It was during class, you just randomly asked for it.
Saying it was for emergencies, in case you missed class.
You said you didn't want to ask anyone else for the homework because no one else did it.
I did it, last minute but I did it.
You knew my habit but you still asked me.
Most people just expected me to be responsible, guess you're like them.
"Hey, did you wait long?" You sat down.
"Not long." I would've fooled around with you but it was to early.
Then a waiter came to us and got our orders.
You asked for plain coffee and a peice of chocolate cake, as I got a caramel frap and some chocolate chip cookies.
"Why plain coffee? It's so, plain." I scrunch my nose at the thought of it.
I wasn't a fan of bitter flavors, or super sweet.
"It taste good for me, besides a caramel frap?" You arch an eyebrow and smirked.
"That's a whole cup of diabetties." You say and we both laugh.
Only you would come up with these things.
Only you could make me feel like I could be myself and still be comfortable with no worries.
Yeah, I still hate you.
YOU ARE READING
Not a Love Story
Teen Fiction(Exactly what it sounds like. It's really not a love story. ) "Do you like me?" You're straight forward I forget that sometimes. I open the drink and look at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. I sigh, it's a habit now, and tak...
