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There he was. That cute boy from the small coffee shop on the side of the road. This just happened to be the guy who had cracked your phone. Cracked was an understatement.
Shattered. Shattered was the word.
You were minding your own business, when suddenly, a tall boy with square glasses, a navy beanie, and a google card came up to you. You set your phone down and looked up at him.
"What's up." You ask.
"What's up? WHATS FUCKING UP? YOU KNOW WHATS FUCKING UP!" He yelled.
"Uh no- I do not. I don't even know you." His angry stare turned into a mischievous one. He grabbed your phone and threw it against the floor.
"Hey! What the-" he stamped on it as you screamed at him, and chucked it into a trash can. That's when you thought you'd had enough. You grabbed him into a headlock, and pulled him the floor.
Punch. His glasses were broken. Punch. His nose was broken. Punch. He probably would start vomitting. You stood up and grabbed your phone from the trash, and kicked the hipster dude in the side. You had no idea what had happened.
So there he was. With his face all bruised up, and a bandage on his nose, and a constant look of pain across his face. He turned to look at you, and grimaced. You frowned and returned to your sketchbook. It had been a week now, and you were getting a new phone. He was cute, you thought. NO NO NO! Well he can't hear you in here, so call him as whatever you like! He's a jerk... and idiot, a asshole, cute, handsome... SNAP OUT OF IT!
You silently scolded yourself. It's ok. You didn't need to tell him. And suddenly, he started to walk towards you.
"Uh sorry about last time we... met." He said, scratching the back of his head.
"Why? Why'd you do it?" You asked. He grimaced.
"Well, my friend told me it was a... Cute girl with a Panic! Sweatshirt and Doctor Who earrings... that had stolen my phone and broken it..." he says, eying the floor.
"You think I'm cute?" You asked. His face turned pink.
"Wha-" he started.
"Don't worry, I think your cute too." You winked. He muttered something under his breath.
Something along the lines of ... snatch... cute... how... beautiful... impossible. You smiled. You knew what he was saying. And it was absolutely adorable. Like him.
