SMS \\Newtmas AU

0.47

When I first saw Thomas standing at the door I was half ready to bolt. What I had felt prior this moment was nothing compared to the emotion that attacked me as he stared into my soul with his eyes of deep chocolate. In the movies, the butterflies always disappear when your eyes rest on the one you were so naturally comfortable with.

That didn't happen...

First off, Thomas had to look so buggin' beautiful he took my breath away. And the thing about breath is that you need it to live. Imagine me standing at the door, my eyes wide as saucers, my mouth gaping at Thomas like the brain dead dit I am.

The butterflies were so hyperactive I was pretty sure I was gonna start hiccuping out body parts of the bloody creatures.

They quieted down a bit after that.

And if that wasn't cringe worthy enough, the boy had to go and blush. The pink ignited in his cheeks like a fragile flower that bloomed with the light in his eyes.

His mouth opened into a small, sort of shy smile that had me fully convinced he wasn't human at all. He seemed to glow from within with his own warmth and I was attracted to that warmth like a moth to a flame.

That boy was an angel.

And I was falling hard for him.

Holy shiiiiittake mushrooms.

Right up until the moment he opened the door, I was a mess. My hair lookedblike cafeteria oatmeal, my clothes look like they're on a scarecrow on me. I looked like one of Hagrid's animals that got into a barn fight...and lost.

And then he appeared and it was like well- like everything stopped. Two infinite pools of the deepest honey greeted me first. They twinkled like stars with one exception: They were shining, sparkling at me.

That's when the annoying irrepressible itch at the side of my mouth appeared. I knew the drill: within seconds a large crazy grin would stick to my face like a leech.

So I fought it as best as I could. I eventually smiled, of course. I nearly collapsed with relief when he smiled back. I relaxed.

Tonight would be absolutely perfect because I was with the boy I was in love with and tonight I was going to prove just how much in love with him I was.

He reached out and intertwined our hands together. Our fingers fit snug together and the warmth of his hand spread throughout my entire body.

Which, by the way, was a hell of a lot.

Waffle House.

We're at Waffle House.

This had Minho written all over it.

Thomas kept blushing and biting his lip, rolling it between his teeth. If he didn't already look so sheepish or so god damn attractive, I'd probably snap at him or question his date- planning abilities.

Instead, I found myself following him towards the door and entering the store. All the while trying to make some sense of the venue.

Waffle House was empty.

Waffle House is never empty. Especially not on a Friday night.

My eyes move around the empty restaurant, immediately spotting two tables: one that clearly had something on top of it ,but what it was, I could not tell as a cloth covered every inch of it.