Violetta One Shots!

A Guy I Hardly Know But I've Kissed | Fedecesca | 107

FRANCESCA POV

I tap my foot against the wooden floors, as I wait in the long line at Starbucks. I guess I should have known better than going to a coffee shop, at half past six in the morning. Everybody loves coffee in the morning.

I rub my bare arms, wishing that I had brought a jacket. When I eventually get to the counter, a smile finds it way on my face.

"Please may I have a cappuccino, extra foam," I order politely.

The cashier nods, and taps her screen violently. She prints a receipt  after I hand her the money. I walk to the side, and wait for my drink. I tap my sparkly blue nails against the counter. I whistle softly, and soon my cappuccino is handed to me. I thank her, and she walks away.

I start walking out, when I bump into somebody. I close my eyes, imaging my drink spilling all over the person. They would probably be wearing a white shirt. And the person is probably some arrogant person, who will scream at me, and will send me the dry cleaning bill.

I open my eyes, and see a guy -with dark brown hair, almost black- with his hand around the cup as well, almost touching my hands. He was watching me with an amused smile and I blush.

"If didn't spill," I point out the obvious.

"Quick reflexes," He replies.

I glance at our hands, and pull my hands away. He laughs and me my cappuccino. I blush again, and look at the ground. Wow, Francesca, we hardly know the guy and we're blushing. I scold myself, and see the guy still watching me.

"I'm Francesca," I blurt out.

Now you told the stranger your name.

"Federico," He says.

See, now he's not a stranger.

"Nice to meet you," I murmur.

"It is isn't it?" Federico muses. I roll my eyes and he gasps over dramatically. It took all my will power to not roll my eyes again.

"You already rolled your eyes at me? Wow, rude!" Federico says, snapping his fingers.

I giggle, and he grins. He was about to speak when I was nudged. Due to my poor balance, I stumbled a little bit. Federico steadies me by holding my shoulders. I thank him, blushing immensely.

"You're really pretty when you blush," Federico compliments.

I blush again, this time looking away from him. Federico laughs again. Wow, I like his laugh. No, love it. It's deep, but very light. It floated into my ears.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" Federico asks and my head turns to face him, my eyes bulging out of their sockets. "No?" He questions and I frantically shake my head.

"Yes. I want to go on a walk with you," I finally say, and he grins.

He loops his arm through mine, and we walk outside. The a chilly breeze rushes last our faces. I use my free hand to rub my arm. Federico's arm leaves mine, and I feel warmth leave my body. Weird.

He takes off his jacket, and I notice his muscles bulging out. I have to tear my eyes away, and I take a sip of my drink. Federico hands me his jacket, and I immediately shake my head.

"No, you don't have to. I'll be alright. You will get cold, I wouldn't want that," I refuse and he simply shakes his head.

He gives me a stern look, and I grab the jacket from him, slightly scared of the look he gave me. He smirks and helps me put it on. He swung his arm around my shoulders, and I lean onto him.

"Did you have anywhere to go today?" Federico asks.

I just wanted to go shopping. But then I met you, and shopping was the last thing on my mind.

I don't say that. That's embarrassing.

"Nope," I chirp and he nods.

I want to see his face. His flawless face. His mesmerizing brown eyes. God Francesca! What is wrong with you. I can't believe you! You meet this guy, and you are practically falling in love with him.

I wouldn't say in love.

In serious  attraction.

"Neither did I," Federico mumbles.

YES! Would this count as flirting? The smirks. The jacket move. Did he basically ask me out? Or did he ask me to hang out with him? Wouldn't that also be asking me out?

Ugh, guys are confusing. No Francesca, you're confusing yourself.

"Do you want some cappuccino?" I blurt out.

I feel Federico shrug, and he takes the cup. I hear him slurp. I usually hated it when people slurped, but when he did it. It was music to my ears. I seriously hate myself.

"Why do you hate yourself?" Federico asks, handing me back the drink.

"Reasons I can't explain," I groan and he laughs. I felt his chest move against my back.

"I'll give you a penny," Federico bargains, and I could sense his smirk.

"A penny is not worth my thoughts," I laugh and he sighs melodramatically.

"How bad can it be? We'll swap thoughts," Federico proposes.

"You first," I whisper. He hums for a little bit.

"Well I'm thinking. . . Francesca was right, I'm getting cold." Federico says and I laugh. "Also, I quite like her laugh. Quite angelic. And not too mention how much she will blush if I ever said this to her.  I also think that maybe I'm starting to like her. Your turn," Federico was smirking. I knew that he was.

"Um, I'm thinking, I hate myself because I'm practically falling in love with a guy I hardly know," I breathe.

We stop, and Federico turns me around. Yep, there's the smirk I predicted.

"Well how about we make it, a guy I hardly know, but I've kissed," Federico smirks again and before I can even blush, his lips are against mine.

I instantly melt into the kiss. His arms wrap around my waist, and my hands are on his shoulders, trying to keep myself steadied. I could hardly stand from the intensity of the kiss.

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HOLIDAY TIME!!! I'll try and update some more. I hope you enjoyed this. Mixed feelings about it. But it's not deleted, so I'll leave it like this.

Sorry I'm not making any thing for media anymore. There's just hardly any time.  I can't always update, and when I do, I'm so tired I just press publish. And if I try to make a media, then I will probably forget to even publish.

Sorry. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading

~Lexy 😈