Over a Cup of Coffee

OACOC

(One-shot)

Eli's POV

I am here inside a good coffee shop, listening to my iPod and some song I like is blasting through the speakers. Not that I'm a fan or something of the singer, I just can relate my feelings to the song that's why it's one of my favorites.

Memories started to rush through my mind. And I began to think, how was he? Is he fine and happy? I guess so. I was lost in my pool of thoughts until a guy approached me. A guy I knew very well.

"Eli." The guy said. I nodded to acknowledge his presence. He sat in front of me. Well, I guess it's been a long time since the last time I saw him.

"Ethan." I whispered.

He came.

***

I knew him since when we were in grade school. We were so close to each other that we were called as childhood sweethearts because we were so cute and we are suited to each other. E and E- that's what they gave us as our initials.

It's a funny coincidence that we discovered that we were already buddies since a long time ago. We found it out when he came to visit me at our home and mom told stories about those times. She told us that we were already neighbors before at our old town before we move in to the city, and his parents and my parents are also friends. Maybe we just forgot about it because we were still toddlers at that time who love to play at the nearby park.

***

"How are you?" He started.

"I'm good. How about you, how are you?" I replied.

"I'm also fine, so how's life? I was told that you are already a successful architect, huh?"

"Yes. I actually have a big project to work on."

"That's good. Oh, before I forget, thank you for inviting me here." He said with a smile.

"You're always welcome. I also need someone to chat with, before I leave." I said

"Leave? You're going to leave again?" He queried, his eyebrows creased.

"Before I answer you, why don't we order something? What do you like? It's on me." I said, standing up from my seat.

"You know what I like." He said.

"So you still like it?" He nodded with a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes just like what he used to give me before. Maybe it's still awkward for not having met in along time.

"Very well." And I walk away heading towards the counter.

"One Latte Macchiato and one Caffe Mocha, please." I said to the lady behind the cashier.

"Okay miss, anything else?" The lady asked.

"No, thank you. That's all."

***

Since we met, I started to like him. Not like the one friends have for each other, but deeper. I fell. I don't know why, but do we need reasons to like someone? It's natural, right?

He's my childhood crush and let's add the 'childhood sweethearts thing' is equal to falling for him and into an unrequited love when we were teens. I knew him very well and I spent time with him a lot, so I think it's pretty inevitable. What I know is he knows about my feelings for him but he never told me to stop those from growing. And so, I never stopped.

We had many great and happy memories. In school, at home, in our little adventures and small trips, in all of those we created memories there. Of course we didn't forget to capture those memories with the camera and by heart.