"Tall blonde roast
One pump of caramel
and two shots of espresso."
I brought him a coffee at seven a.m. sharp.
we were up quite late.
the night was full of loud laughs and plenty of desk slamming.
some of it's a bit.. hazy. half of my memories from last night were wiped.
probably just tired.
he thanked and thanked me. he even offered to pay me back, but I insisted he didn't need to.
I didn't see him much for the rest of the day. just in class.
but when I walked to his last class, it was empty. he normally waited.
as I went to turn around, i had noticed a neon pink post it note on the door.
"meet me at the field."
I carefully folded the post it note and headed for the field.
there he was, pretty as ever.
he sat on the top row of bleachers with his blue backpack at his feet.
each step I took up was quieter than the other.
I sat next to the brit and smiled. his head shot up as he gave me a quick smile back.
he pulled out his ear bud and handed it to me. I took it hesitantly.
he pulled out his phone and clicked onto a different playlist. as the song played, I recognized it immediately.
Heather by Conan Gray..
with that, I looked over at him. he had worry in his eyes.
"may I see your phone?"
he handed it over with shaky hands.
I put in my request and handed it back to him.
as his song finished, mine started.
his eyes widened as the beat played. he lifted his head up and met my eyes.
all the boy could do was laugh.
I smiled back and looked over the sad dead field.
after a few seconds I felt a warm weight on my shoulder.
George.
Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood
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