I Wasn't Expecting That • {r. m. l}

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Just a delicate kiss
Anyone could've missed
I wasn't expecting that

(2 Days Later)

Ella

I stood nervously outside the rustic coffee shop facing the road ahead. Cars sped along in both directions carrying on with their own lives because nothing significant was going to happen on their days; they would probably just go to work, have a boring day that they didn't care about, go home and speak to their families or watch some shows, eventually though that day would fade into a mass of days that didn't really matter in their lives. That sounded so morbid and I was completely aware of that but the insignificance of our lives in the whole scheme of the world freaked me out and I didn't want mine to end up like that. I wasn't stupid or anything. I knew I wouldn't be Marilyn Monroe or anything, I would never be admired and remebered by millions of people but I wanted to live every single day of my life doing something interesting that I would remeber and I wanted a person to do that with that I knew would admire and remember me.

I didn't need billions, millions or even hundreds of admirers, I just needed the one that mattered.

I knew that Rocky Lynch was waiting inside the coffee shop, waiting for me. Maybe he had a steaming hot coffee infront of him next to a brownie on a white, porcelin plate. Or, maybe the cute waitress was looking at him seductively but he was just looking out of the large window wondering where I was because I was exactly three minutes late. One minute was because I had been looking in the mirror wondering if my red lipstick was too bold for a grey dress and a first date in a coffee shop, or if I should of even been wearing a dress at all. The next half a minute was choosing which jacket and the last minute and a half had been me standing outside because everything seemed so real.

It was stupid because I wanted it to be real. I may have been young but unlike a lot of my peers I didn't want to spend the next few years going out every night, getting drunk, passing out, hooking up with somebody who could be anyone or have been with anyone. I wanted to get straight into real life and get a good position in in. I wanted to find the person that I would spend the rest of my life with and spend as much time with them as possible, travel, go on adventures with somebody who wouldn't bore me to death. But I had never been able to tell if that was realistic or a dream that wouldn't happen and with Rocky, even just speaking with him in the club for a few minutes, something about him, something with him felt more infinite and long lasting than with anybody I had ever met.

That was the feeling I had always wanted so I didn't understand why it was freaking me out so much.

I shook my head. I was being stupid and worrying about nothing because as of then I was four minutes and 53 seconds late and I needed to stop thinking stupid thoughts. Turning around, I opened the door and a bell chimed, the scent of coffee and various drinks hit me instantly and I breathed them in. The tables, chairs and most of the furniture was wooden along with the floor, that was the theme I guess, there were polaroids along all of the walls of quite tumblr style images of coffee, iconic celebrities and people and even some of whom I presumed where the staff. It was very pretty and lovely and I had the thought that I would like to spend a lot of time in there reading and relaxing. I looked around to see if he had actually turned up but before my eyes had even finished scanning the counter, I heard his voice:

"Ella, over here." I looked and there he was. His hair was tied back in a man bun which he suited well and he was in plain jeans with a grey jumper. He was dressed so casually but he looked amazing, like a rockstar. He stood up quickly and came over to me, pulling me into a hug; his arms felt warm around my waist like they belonged there, I would of happily stayed like that forever but he pulled away smiling and pointed to the table where there were two matching drinks and a large cupcake.
"I didn't know what you liked so I just got a plain white coffee like I had. I'll get a different one of you dot like it thou-"

"No, no, that's good. I'm not one for all this fancy coffee. Unless it's christmas themed, I'll just have plain tea or coffee." I shrugged my jacket off and placed it on the back of my chair before sitting down and facing him. I sipped my coffee and enjoyed the strong taste, my red lipstick making an imprint on the white mug which made him chuckle.

"Same, I like to keep things chill and simple." He nodded his head.

"I could kind of tell you were that sort of guy. You seem like you'd sit on a massive rollercoaster like it was a couch." I inwardly cringed at my comparison unsure if it made sense and not wanting to make a fool of myself but he didn't seem bothered, more amused but not in a nasty way.

"I love rollercoasters actually. We should go to a theme park." I lifted my eyebrow.

"So, you're planning the second date already?" I smiled because I was a planner. The night before that coffee shop date I had lay in bed planning out scenarios in my head and debating whether there was a chance in hell they would happen or not.

"I'm planning a whole future." He laughed and so did I. It was a nice moment, our first proper laugh together. I always would remeber that moment.

"Good. So am I."

And we continued to laugh and grin the whole way through the coffee date as we spoke about anything and everything because we got on like best friends and he made my heart beat faster than it normally would or should but the throbbing in my chest felt right like it should be there as long as he was. And I felt like he would be there forever or he should be because if he wasn't going to stay in my life I didn't know what I would think because the feeling he caused to run throughout my body was not something that you just felt, it was something infinite and irreplaceable.

"We've been here for three hours." He laughed as he checked his phone. "I need to go but I enjoyed this."

"Me too, immensly." I agreed.

"We should do it again."

"Definately, text me." I moved forward and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him close to me. His arms wrapped around me and I got the same feeling he had been giving me since we met. I stood up on my tip toes slightly and pressed my lips delicately onto his face, halfway on his lips and cheek, so quickly that anybody else in the shop could of missed it, but we didn't. "Bye Rocky." I said as I threw my jacket on and walked to the door. Turning back I saw a smile on his face and a red tinge to his cheeks.

I smiled to myself as I walked down the road because I was sure I had been right. Rocky Lynch would be there with me forever.