Mark
After that first day in the Cafe I saw him a lot more. In my mind most of the time but outside of my head I indeed, saw him several times. He loved to sit on that leather couch more than three times a week and I noticed him walking down certain streets sometimes. After gathering up the courage of at least five lions I decided to approach this exquisite human one day, the 24/7/11 to be exact. I remembered the scene so clearly, myself walking over to the clean leather couch and catching the boys attention. Him replying to my 'hello' with a heavily accented 'good morning' that made my heart skip a beat. I found out that he went by the name Jack more often than his real name, Seán. Later on, when we became close I liked to use his real name more but he always looked slightly pained when I used it so I switched to my favourite nickname for him, 'Jackaboy'.
After about a month of small talk, he asked me for my number so that we could talk more and so now it seemed, that I wasn't the only one enjoying us talking.
We began to text each other frequently, small good morning texts or jokes or even good luck messages from him when I had a few exams.
We met up for coffee at the usual Cafe and he always sat perched on that leather couch with everyone staring at his beautiful face.
But then to some peoples dismay, he ruined his looks with tattoos, piercings and dyed hair. Yet I found him just, if not even, more attractive than before.
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The long way home {PREQUEL}
Fanfiction"And you weren't in love with him?" "No" he says, "I might have been in love with the idea of him. I might have loved the attention. But I didn't love him, and it seemed incredibly unfair for me to let someone love me when I don't feel the same way...
