Serendipity

Young Love Come and Gone (Right?)

Pink?! No, it had to have been a coincidence. He had heard of people intentionally giving themselves odd colored roots, so maybe that's what it was. It had to be.

She was reading a book entitled "The Princess Betrothed" and it looked as if there were tiny post-it note flags in between the pages. Quite a few of them, at that.

He couldn't quite make out the color of her eyes, her glasses were too thick for him to see. But then she looked up for a moment, and he snapped his head back to look at his coffee cup, which suddenly seemed very interesting. She had to have noticed him by now, right?

She looked over to him, seemingly surprised. He froze. Thankfully, she looked away soon after, but the feeling of panic remained, and was only heightened by the double take she did. You could practically see the exclamation point jump out of her head as she squeaked and looked him in the eye.

"You're... You're PBG, aren't you?" her voice was soft and dazed.

How could she have known that? Maybe she was just a fan. He and Jeff made videos on YouTunnel sometimes, and they had a few hundred subscribers, so maybe she knew him from there. Right. She had asked a question. "Uh, y-yeah, I am." Smooth.

"Oh my gosh, it's been so long! How have you been?" She was grinning. It really was Hana, wasn't it?

"H-Hana...?" He was practically breathless. He still couldn't believe it. "I thought you were living back in Amaririsu!"

"I was, but I had to move back here once my dad..." They were both silent, the sinking feeling in their chests palpable. "I had to come back to get a job," she said after a moment.

"Oh..." he couldn't think of anything else to say. It had been so long since he had seen her, let alone since she broke up with him. She seemed to be thinking the same thing, as the mood was growing more and more awkward by the minute. "I, uh, I should probably get going. Nice seeing you, Hana." He swiftly stood and turned away, grabbing his coffee and taking the first long step towards the door. His escape was cut short by her soft voice, slicing through him like a ghostly blade.

"Wait, PBG, it's been so long and you're not even gonna give me your number or anything? I haven't seen you in years!"

His skin prickled as he recalled those weeks of crushing pain after she left, when everything he did reminded him of her. She hadn't even stayed in contact, not with anyone. And now, she was asking for his number.

Even so, he sighed and sat back down across from her. She handed him her phone, a yPhone with a pale pink case and a blue Loshi charm dangling from the headphone jack. He programmed his number into it and sent a text to himself, cursing her in his mind.

He handed it back to her and as she took it back, her hand brushed against his. He felt his face turn pink and mumbled a small "See ya'" as he raced out of the booth.

His phone buzzed in his shirt pocket, almost making him jump. He pulled it out and read the text, the one he had sent to himself, over again. "^hanas number". He sighed and began the walk home. 

(I used the cover creator and i hate myself now. rest assured that it is only a temporary installment. after the numerous shitty fanfictions that flashed before my eyes as i chose that cliche background and title, that is all it can be, temporary. needless to say, i am not pleased with the face of my story, and i will work towards giving it a better one as soon as i can. thanks, -willow.)