dear future self ; s.m

one

- tris's point of view -

I am currently waiting in line at Tina's Café to get a coffee and a bagel but the line is extremely long.

There are atleast 3 people ahead of me. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a bit, but still.

I pull out my journal from my bag and begin to write. Before you ask, Why does a 16 year old girl write in a diary?

1. It's not a diary, it's a journal
2. I write letters to my future self, I don't write down gossip or anything like that

I flip to an empty page an begin to write;

Dear Future Self,
Make sure to go to coffee places that aren't as busy as Tina's. Even though it's delicious.

Stupid right? Wrong. This is helpful information for my older-wiser, self and-

All of a sudden somebody bumps into me, making my journal fall out of my hands. The book lies on the floor, open.

I reach down to get it when someone's hand brushes mine.

"Let me help you" a deep voice says and picks up my journal.

I look up and a boy around my age is standing infront of me. Holding my open journal.

He laughs, I'm assuming while reading what I just wrote.

I snatch my book out of his hand before he can read anything else.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz. But hey, I guess now I'll be smart enough to go to less busy places." He chuckles referring to my writing.

I put my journal in my bag and look at the boy. He has chocolate brown eyes and curly chestnut hair. He carries a guitar case on his back.

huh, interesting.

"It's not nice to read other people's things." I tell him. He smiles and faint dimples appear on his face.

"I'm sorry, but that was great advice, I'll definitely have to remember it." He adds. I roll my eyes and force a laugh.

"I'm Shawn by the way, Shawn Mendes." He tells me.

"I'm-" before I could speak, my name is called.

"One Coffee and Bagel to go for Tris?" A lady yells out. I walk up and gather my things, "Thanks" I smile and take a sip of the warm essence in my cup.

"Tris? Huh, that's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" Shawn smiles, did he just call me beautiful?

Yeah, right.

"Thanks, but I should get going" I start to walk to the door but he stops me.

"Could I get your number?" He asks shyly.

I'm hesitant at first but I'm sure he can't be that bad.

"Oh, um, sure I guess" I say and take out a price of paper and write my number down then hand it to him.

"Great, thanks! I'll text you later, Tris" he says.

I then walk out of the cafe and jump into my car. What just happened.