One-shots

Wish I Hadn't

It was the night of February 7, 2012, the day I first met you. Don't ask me how I remembered, I have a really great memory, and how can someone forget something as special as that? It was a special day for me...well used to be.

I was walking on the pavement, while the rain was pouring down on me. I didn't bother looking for shelter, and waiting for the rain to stop, before walking again. It was already 8 in the evening, and the library was closing in an hour. I could have always gone another night, but I just had that feeling in my gut that I should go in the library on that night and not wait for tomorrow. I'm glad that I did, but at the same time, I wish I never met you in the first place.

Maybe it would have saved me from all the heartbreak.

I entered the library, and inhaled the smell of books. I've always loved the smell of books, not that you need to know again, because you already do. I walked to the librarian, expecting to see Ms. Samuels, but instead I saw you. I still remember how our first encounter went, and how you looked behind the counter. You were currently stuffing your face in the book, with both your feet resting on the counter in front of you, and that's how I knew you weren't Ms. Samuels, because she would never, ever, place both her feet on the counter like that. She likes to keep it clean. I slowly walked to you, and for some reason, my heart was beating fast. I awkwardly stood in front of you, and coughed to grab your attention. You slowly lifted your eyes up the book and raised a brow "Sorry to disturb you, but I came here to return this." I said as I opened my black leather satchel, and pulled out the book I borrowed the other day. You still had the same look on your face, as I just stood there awkwardly. You let out a chuckle, which I thought was pretty deep and sexy. You placed your book down, and grabbed the one I just placed on the desk and brought it up to your face "Perks of Being a Wallflower? I haven't read this before." "Well you should, it's a really great book." I smiled. I turned and was about to walk away, until you stopped me. I wish you hadn't. "Hey, do you think we can hang out once the library closes? I often get lonely at night." I turned around and you were pouting, which made me giggle like a little girl at your cuteness "Yeah, I guess we can." I smiled, and your pout turned into a huge grin "Great. There's a coffee shop near here, and I guess we can go grab some after?" I nodded and turned again to walk away. After an hour, I walked back to your desk, to see you getting ready to leave. I patiently waited, and once you turned back to me, you looked shock "What's wrong?" I asked, and you just shook your head "It's nothing...um...coffee?" I nodded again. You asked me to wait outside for you, and I did. I wish I just left you there hanging, to be honest, but I didn't. A few minutes later, you came out with an umbrella, and then you realized it wasn't raining anymore "Fuck." You cursed under your breath, and I just giggled, which somehow made you blush.

That was the first day, and I wish there was no first day. I wish we didn't meet at all, but we did, and I can't change that.

We exchanged numbers, and you would call me every single night, and I wish you still did, but you don't anymore. I knew all your secrets, and you knew mine. We got closer and closer every single day, until eventually, I fell in love with you.

It was August 28, 2012, and I have no idea how I remember this day. Maybe it was just that important to me, and maybe it still is. This was the day we both told each other we liked each other, but no words were needed. This was the day we shared our first kiss.

It was a cold day, and it was snowing, which I really liked. We both planned to meet at that coffee shop where we hung out on the first day we met. I entered and inhaled the smell of the sweet coffee lingering in the air, and I saw you wave like a maniac, which made me laugh. I walked to you and saw two cups on the table. I raised a brow at you and you chuckled "What's wrong? Can't a guy just order coffee for a very special lady?" I shook my head "That's not it; it's just that...how do you know my usual order?" You looked at me like I was crazy and sighed "We've been friends for how many months, and we've been here for how many months, and we've ordered coffee together for how many months. How do you think I know?" A blush crept on my cheeks, and I just grabbed my cup and sipped my coffee. I placed it down on the table, and I noticed you were staring at me with a blank expression on your face, but I could tell you were thinking deeply and you were in a debate with yourself.