We Could Be Best Friends But I Want Your Best Friend (Down With Webster Fanfic)

Chapter 26

Timmy's was deserted. Completely empty. The only person crazy enough to be getting coffee in this weather seems to be me. Hot beverages in June? Am I seriously the only one who does that?

I'm sure the three employees behind the counter must've thought I was insane; being here in the first place, ordering black coffee, probably looking like I've been hit by a bus, and sitting in a large booth staring at the door.

Fifteen minutes. I've been here fifteen minutes. Which means he's 900 seconds late. Maybe he's not going to show up. Maybe I crawled out my hole of despair for no reason at all. Maybe the nice old lady that served me the coffee will let me cry on her shoulder if I break down. If? Please. If Pat doesn't show up I will break down.

I guess you could say I'm a little emotionally unstable at the moment. And by at the moment I mean eight months.

Sipping my coffee, I looked at the clock.

17 minutes.

1020 seconds.

Am I going crazy?

A bell chimed throughout the room. My head snapped up and I slammed the coffee down onto the table, spilling some out of the small hole in the lid.

Yes. I am going crazy.

A tall girl with cherry red hair waltzed up to the counter, smiling brightly at one of the three employees working. It was the teenage boy. He glanced my way wearily, smiling sympathetically. I guess he knows. Is it that obvious I'm waiting for someone?

I slid out of my booth and walked over to the end of the counter, the place that held extra sugars, creams, straws, spoons, knives, forks, and all those kinds of things. I grabbed a few small white napkins and began the short walk back to my booth. I watched my feet, unaware of the new person in the room. Just as I passed a few tables I looked up and almost tripped over my own feet. However, I did run into two chairs and a garbage can. Steadying my self on the rim of the trash bin, I looked back at the other four people in the room. They watched me curiously. I smiled nervously, letting out a shaky puff of air. Louder than intended, I pushed both chairs back into the table. They scraped against the floor making an exaggerated noise.

Thank you, life. Like I really needed that.

I turned back around, pushing myself off of the garbage can and took careful steps toward my booth.

Seeing him shocked me more than I thought it would.

I sat down avoiding his gaze completely.

My heart raced, threatening to beat out of my chest.

Who knew seeing the person you loved for the first time in months could leave you so speechless?

"Hey."

His voice. It made my stomach turn uneasily.

I looked up, forcing myself to look into his eyes.

"Hi... Pat."

His hair was long and perfect as ever, and he seemed to be more tanned than usual. He seemed to be taller too. But what I really noticed was the way he smiled. His recently shaved face held colour and happiness. And those eyes.

They made me wonder why I ever left in the first place.

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