I sat in our corner booth waiting for you. I had two extra-large coffees, one was empty and one was getting cold. I had learned that while I liked my coffee scalding hot you liked yours cold.
The November weather was already hitting hard. The windows of the coffee shop were covered in frost. You padded in and sat across from me.
"You look like an Eskimo," I laughed.
You were wearing multiple layers. Eskimo was an understatement you looked like a giant marshmallow.
You used one hand to clean the frost off your glasses and the other to flip me off as you pulled out your laptop.
"I've known you for—what—a month now?" I said.
You nodded slowly.
"Are you ever going to tell me what you're typing?" I asked.
"It's a project."
"A project you work on every day for a month?" I asked.
"What are you doing?" you asked. "On your laptop."
"It's a project," I retorted.
"Swap?" You asked. "One, two, three."
I looked down at your laptop. Dialogue and actions all written down. "A play?" I asked.
You shook your head. "A book. I'm an English major. And you take pictures?"
"Double major," I said. "I also major in film. I want to be a director."
You smiled. "When my book becomes big," you said. "Will you direct the movie?"
"When I become a famous director will you write my scripts?" I replied, with a smile.
"It's a deal," you said, switching back our laptops.
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I look at the billboard that is blocking my view of the sunrise.
I know I shouldn't be mad because it's a billboard for my own film but, the sun was the only light in the world since you left.
Goddammit! Now I'm thinking like a writer, you really fucked up my life El.
I slam the curtains shut and turn away.
I'm standing in the unfamiliar apartment.
I've been living here for over four months and I still call it unfamiliar. Why? Because in the familiar apartment I could hear your laughter when you watch a funny video, the songs you sang as you made breakfast, or the tapping of your fingers on the keyboard at the crack of dawn because you insisted on more chapter but stayed up all night.
I sigh and grab my keys.
I have a meeting for 'The Words We Do Not Say' in an hour. Another thing that reminds me of you; meetings for The Words.
In fact, I don't think there's anything in the world that doesn't remind me of you.
I pocket my keys and walk out of the apartment complex.
Oh, look a dog; how your hair looked in the morning. And it's a Yorkie; you always wanted on.
A bookstore; yours is probably on the shelves.
A coffee shop...
I take a deep breath as I pass it. I take the stairs down to the train station remembering how you loved to travel.
A/N:
So first chapter what did you think?
As i said before past tense= scenes from past, present tense= stuff currently happening to Adam. The whole point of this is to show a romance blossom and crash and burn all at once. Yes I am evil.
I hope you guys liked the first chapter. Any predictions on where the hell Ella is?
See you in two weeks. (March 22, 2016).
MWAH. LUV YA. BUH-BYE.
