Only You

Tomorrow

It had almost been one semester.

Three months.

Over three months without him and I still felt the sparks every time I talked to him. Every time he said something sweet, every time he joked about what he had planned for me when I returned. I felt the same tingles running down my back that I'd felt nine years ago.

He was only this stupid kid in my class who loved to annoy the crap out of me, tell me I'm a nerd, or pull my hair. He was just another classmate to me, until he turned into my first crush ever. He used to sit with me in class, and then in front of me next year. A smile rose to my lips as I remembered how I once caught him trying to cheat in a test and I'd sworn to tell the teacher unless he promised me to never cheat again.

He never stopped teasing me about it, and we laughed every time we talked about it.

I don't know just why I started liking him, and at the time I dismissed it to be a stupid childhood crush. Maybe I was just bored. I stopped liking him soon after, and stayed like that for years. We were in the same class for years afterwards, but I just never liked him again - heck, we barely even talked!

I often thought about how we started getting close, and it was quite funny, really. School had ended, he was in college, I was on a gap year, and a couple of months before I finally left for college, I saw his profile picture and decided to text him.

"I can barely recognize you." I messaged, looking at the stubble on his much more mature face; it was quite a change from the kid without a single hair on his face. I hadn't talked to him for months and had only stumbled upon his profile because I was bored. I swear I wasn't stalking, I was just going from profile to profile on Instagram - don't deny it, everyone's done it before.

"Good or bad?" He replied. I chuckled, not quite knowing how to reply at all because I didn't know what I felt about it. I decided that it was towards the good side than the bad I just decided to text back, "It's different."

"Wow. I worked hard for that beard, you could shoot a compliment my way sometimes you know." He replied, accompanied by a ton of the laughing emoticons. I shook my head, this kid had an ego bigger than the earth. Sometimes I wondered how his head didn't burst. I knew he was flirty by nature, he'd flirted with me a couple of times through high school. It was long after I'd stopped liking him however, and all our conversations were in a friendly manner with no serious feelings attached.

"Take it however you like." I replied. I wasn't gonna give him the satisfaction of hearing that I liked it.

He laughed it off and asked how I'd been. We made small talk for a while, and when he asked me what I was doing, I sent him a half-complete sketch of Tyrion Lannister from the TV show Game of Thrones. That definitely caught his attention, as he marveled at my drawing.

"I've seen you sketching and painting before but I never knew you did portraits." He replied. "It's so good!"

"Thank you! I only started making portraits recently." I said.

"I only remember that tree you made in the middle of Chemistry."

I laughed, I remembered being bored to death and sketching in the middle of Chemistry classes.

We spent the rest of the hour talking about Game of Thrones and drawing. It was perhaps our first proper conversation in years, and it felt nice to talk normally to this idiot who used to imitate me for hours to annoy me.

"We have to meet up." He said a while later.

"I agree! Out of town for vacations though, won't be back for a couple of weeks." I replied.

"Well, we'll meet when you get back then."

"Sounds like a plan."

To be completely honest, I didn't believe that I would ever end up meeting him. I thought he would be one of the people who went like "oh my god, let's meet up!!" and then never followed up with the plan. After a month had passed with us talking pretty frequently, I never expected him to actually ask me when we were meeting up.

"You gotta tell me Brook, when are we meeting up?" He suddenly said one day, interrupting some random conversation about black holes.

I was pretty taken aback, and just replied that I wasn't so sure and would let him know soon. It's terrible to accept it, but I did try to put it off for a couple of days. I was so close to leaving for college, so close to keeping my "no more guy trouble/crushes before college" promise that I'd made to myself after a terrible break up with my first and only boyfriend. I'd liked Chase for quite a bit of time before, and I didn't want to like him again. I didn't want to meet him because I was afraid.

But he kept asking me over and over again, and I finally gave in.

"Tomorrow?" I asked.

"Tomorrow it is." He replied. We decided to go to a movie, and then there was the trouble of choosing a movie. He so badly wanted to go to a horror movie but that was not happening - I was not about to scream in front of him! We finally settled on a movie and figured we'd just buy the tickets when we got there.

"I'm gonna get us corner seats." He texted.

I blinked. What?

Then I shook my head, he was just being an idiot like always.

"Why?" I asked, laughing.

"So that I can cuddle with you." He replied.

I gasped as I stared at my phone's screen.

I mean, he'd flirted with me before but never once had he said that. He wanted to cuddle with me? He was kidding right?

"Sure." I texted back, accompanied by a wink and laughing emoji. He was just joking, no harm here.

Boy, I was so wrong.

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First chapter guys - let me know what you all think of it and how I can change it/make it better. One of my first shots at romance so please appreciate the effort and click that little vote button!

Love you,

Isandra