Our Secret little Rendezvous

Beanbag

📌 Written by Im_a_weirdoo20
———————— Chapter 41

Well... shit.

I don't know if I'm happy or not now that she's walking in front of me again. There are both pros and cons to doing this with her though.

Pros:

– I get to look into her chocolate orbs (too cringe?) once more.

– I get to see if she's actually doing ok.

Cons:

– it hurts still, but just a little.

– She thinks I've moved on...

Penelope on the other hand, probably just wants to get this whole side quest over and done with. It's pretty evident that she doesn't want to be around me. I don't think I'll ever get into her good graces again, seeing as she thinks I've moved on from her with someone else, and the fact that I'm her brother's best friend does not help matters either. Knowing her, she's probably moved on from me and found peace within herself.

We get to our destination, and it feels more comforting than he remembers it being with all of the books surrounding us. I missed this.

Fuck... I missed us so goddamn much.

I miss her smell, I miss her touch, I miss her lips, I miss her hugs, I miss her reading her books to me (especially the spicy ones), I miss everything about her. But she'll never take me back, and that's the only truth I know at the moment.

"Come on, let's go to the back." She says to me in a rush, swerving through the shelves of books. I follow her as she does so, watching as she knows where every cart is in the shop, so she knows when to turn.

"I still don't know why we have to do this assessment." I say to her as I watch her plop down onto a beanbag in the book store. "Like, I get how they overlap, but I don't get why it has to be done. You know?"

I go to sit down on the floor in front of her, leaning my back against the large post behind me, "Hey, don't ask me, I have no idea." She mumbles to herself and to me.

"Well, let me read this one shot you wrote then, Bloom." I say to her, and she reaches into her bag and pulls out a piece of paper, filled front and back with words. "I  could be wrong, but isn't a one shot only like 600 words?"

She rolls her eyes at me and leans forward, "No, a one shot can be anywhere between 500 to 2 thousand words. Anything more, and it's a short story, you dumbass."

"Chill chill, I'm just here to get the extra credit for this."

"Wait- we get extra credit for this?"

"Uh yeah, you mustn't have heard it because you were probably freaking out because you didn't want to have to pair with me."

I give her a tilted smile, as I watch as she looks at me annoyed because I remember her so well.

It's no longer 'know her so well'; It'll now be 'remember her so well'. It's sad to think about, but hey that's life!

I lean my head back onto the post behind me, and I look at her over my nose. God, she's pretty. "You remember the last time you sat in a bean bag?" I ask her as I shut my eyes and inhale, as I can feel her mind twist.

I remember the last time we were in this exact room, with that exact beanbag. She is probably trying to make it seem like she forgot it. But I remember, he remembers all fun and bad memories of OURs. I still even remember the day she walked out on us for her brother. I still remember the day we first met. I still remember that she found me shattered and broken. I still remember the day, the day I showed her the first song I wrote for her. That was a good day, that one.

But does she remember them? Does she remember what we both felt for one another? Does she remember how she made me feel? Does she remember how I MADE her feel?

Because god damn it, I remember it all.

"Because, Bloom, I remember it." I say and I open my eyes to see her already looking at me.

"No you don't." She replies back as she swallows.

"Do you want me to repeat that moment back to you? Because I will, Bloom, I will."

She looks at me skeptically and like she doesn't believe me, "There is no way you remember it, Cunningham."

"You asked for it... The day was September 12th and it was 8pm, and we had just run in to grab you the second book in the ACOTAR books, and my god had it been a good day so far. Mrs Baker was still in here, doing some bookkeeping for the shop, and she saw you through the window and let us in. She was so nice to us that morning too, because that's when she sold you the first book in that series.

"So, we go in through the shelves and look for this book of yours. And we found it, but neither of us wanted to leave the store yet, because well, it started to rain. So, we found this room here, with that light pink bean bag in it. So, I took a seat in it, and, you being the person you are, sat in between my legs and started reading your book. But you started reading it to me while I started playing with your hair. It was a good end to a good day."

"Do you wanna know my favourite part from that day though, Bloom?" I ask her. She looks at me, and gives me a slight nod. "That was the day of our 4th month being together. And you didn't know, and I didn't tell you. But I knew, Blue, I knew."

She looks at me for a solid minute, looking to see some truth to what I just said to her, wondering if she wants to reply to what I'd said.

"You just called me blue." She whispers out

"Sorry, force of habit."

She gets up from the beanbag and sits down in front of him with her legs crossed. And I move my head off of the post behind me.

"Don't be sorry, smartass."

And she leans forward to him, and I lean forward until I touch her forehead with mine, and I chuckle to myself. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Bloom." He says, and just as his lips are about to touch hers again, I pull my forehead off of hers. I place my hand on her cheek, and whisper out "I missed you."

Before I kissed her sweet, sweet lips again.