Author's Note:
Hey! Welcome to my one-shots book. This wasn't going to be a thing for a little while longer, but something came up *cough cough* and its up now. I'm happy to start this as a side project while working on other *cough cough* main projects.
I have a handful of other ideas, only one or two that will actually be published, so if y'all have any requests, just message me with them. I'll write just about anything except for smut.
ONE LAST THING! This is for wyattschufter partially because she's my everything, and partially because its her birthday.
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loosely based off of Mitch's tweet: @/scotthoying passed each other on our morning strolls, how are we so cute
however, slight au where they don't know each other
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I woke up early Sunday morning and instinctively stretched out in the king sized bed. I slowly sat up in the bed then looked around my somewhat dark room. As much as I would have like to stay in my room for awhile and mope around about what was going outside, I forced myself to get up and get ready for the day.
I had only lived in Los Angeles for a few months, and my mornings were one of the few things that had finally had a routine.
I always woke up alone, which I had grown quite used to. I gave myself a minute or two to wake up, then hopped into the shower. After that was done, I got dressed, put on makeup, then headed out for the day.
As routine as my mornings were, they weren't always this way. They only grew to be after I got my apartment, my job, then found the best route to and from the two places.
However, once I was ready this morning, I took extra time to stare out the windows. Even half an hour later it was still somewhat dark, the light hidden by clouds in the sky. Rain gently hit the window, but I didn't debate on whether or not to go out. I walked through my apartment one last time, grabbing a light jacket and a wallet.
The last thing I took before leaving was my umbrella, knowing I would need it. The rain splattered windows throughout my apartment were all the proof necessary. I then took my time walking down the stairs, postponing the inevitable walk through the cold and wet. I walked through the first floor of the apartment complex before walking through the front door. I looked up and down the sidewalk, before cautiously opening the umbrella and walking onto the concrete.
Rainy days like this made me wish I wasn't stuck walking. But, I had to live somewhat frugally, as I had just moved here and had just gotten a job. That meant no car for me. As much as I longed to have another one, I lived far enough into the city to be able to see the traffic first hand. Soon after I moved here, I also realized that I lived far enough into the city where I could walk to the places I needed to go. This brought on the start of my morning strolls.
They were always early, 6:30 in the morning to be exact. Even though I was lucky to get my job fairly quickly, the downside in the beginning was the early hours. I used to love sleeping in most mornings, but 6 soon became a normal, regular time.
I learned not to mind the early mornings. In fact, the few block walk to the coffee shop, then to my work was one I typically enjoyed. The early mornings usually gave me a beautiful sunrise to stare at. Even though there were the occasional clouds, they distorted the reds and yellows, creating something equally as gorgeous.
