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Y/n had gone to spend the summer at her older cousin's home in Portugal when suddenly she meets a boy.
She is stuck. she wants to stay with him and spend the rest of her life with him, but she also doesn't want to abandon her life at...
I yawn and stretch across my bed. God, why am I always tired? It was 1:43 pm and I hadn't done anything all day. Kamilla has to work night shifts and day shifts this week. Last time we spoke she nearly fell asleep in her cereal bowl. I hope that she'll take off this weekend given that she has to work 90 hours this week. I reach for my phone on my pillow case and open TikTok. I am scrolling through my fyp when a video pops up. It's an edit of a soccer boy, and he looks very familiar. I watch the video on repeat at least 20 times.
God, he's hot.
Once I've almost had the song memorized and the video on repeat in my head I get up. I'm still in my plaid pajama pants and an oversized Kalvin Kelin black tee shirt. I head to the bathroom to get ready. I only do mascara and concealer for over my breakouts. I tie my hair up into a messy bun and head downstairs for my car keys.
As soon as I park in front of the bookstore/cafe I grab my MacBook and my Airpods from the backseat of my car. I wouldn't necessarily say I have a 'nice' car, I mean it's a 2020 Chevrolet Suburban in white. Actually, I take that back, it's pretty nice and spacious. My father got it for me when I turned eighteen, said I needed my own vehicle that was half decent. I wouldn't consider my father rich, but instead more upper-class or maybe even wealthy. I mean he's able to afford a lot, but he doesn't have his own private jet or anything. Too bad he's in jail for shooting my mother.
I sip my iced latte and read a news article about the current situation of COVID. I may act like a basic white girl, I drive an SUV, I have french tips, and I drink iced coffee but at least my knowledge and IQ differs from theirs. I graduated top 3 out of my class and my IQ stands between 150 to 160. I start to play my Weeknd playlist, humming occasionally.
Once I'm almost two hours into my weekly news check-up session in the cafe a boy walks in. I try not to open my mouth in surprise as he is the boy I had watched this morning on repeat. My jaw ends up opening once I had connected the dots,
he is the same boy who gave me clothes that day.
my table is near the front counter and I recognize his voice."Um café preto, por favor." he tells the barista.
(translation: One black coffee, please.)
I shake my head in disbelief that this happening and pretend to scroll through articles on my laptop. After his coffee is made he takes the seat in front of me. I look around, was he really doing this? Does he even know who I am?
"olá Y/n."
I make eye contact with his brown warm chocolaty eyes. "Hey, Joao," I say. "I never told you my name? How did you know I mean I am kind of a soccer supersta-" He begins to talk and I cut him over, "I heard the girl call you that. I was praying after I said it that was your actual name and not like baby or something." He nods, "Impressive memory.", "So I guess we just happen to run into each other again? I mean not literally," I say. "Yeah, I guess so, I always crave coffee so I'm here all the time!"
He gives off heavy golden retriever vibes.
"So about you and your girlfriend what happened?" I ask curiously, "I took your advice and broke up with her the next day. She finally admitted to cheating on me." He says looking down. "That really sucks, I'm sorry," I say.
Why do I feel kind of relieved though?
"No, no. It's fine. I'm happy I ended things with her." he says half-smiling. We end up talking for a few more hours, which felt like minutes. I glance at the time on my laptop. "Holy shit!" It's already six thirty!" I say getting up in a panic. He matches my mood and also gets up "Wait really? Why is that a big deal?", "I told my older cousin I'd be home for dinner tonight at six because she has to work at 7." "Oh, shit. You better get going. Wait can you give me your number before leaving though?"
I smile and type my number into his phone.
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this man is literally perfect onggg
I MADE THIS REALLY LATE AT NIGHT SO IF THERES ANY SPELLING ERRORS OR IF IT'S JUST A BAD CHAPTER IN GENERAL NOW YOU KNOW WHY. I DIDN'T EVEN ADD A PHOTO LAST NIGHT BC I WAS SO TIRED LOL
