Short & Sweet | ✓

I Missed You

I sit on the cold metal bench of the bus terminal, my leg bouncing up and down. I shouldn't be nervous, I have no reason to be.

Soon enough, Thomas is going to step off a bus and he's going to see me and hopefully he's going to be happy. Or, he could walk off the bus, arm around another girls waist and I'll be the stupid idiot that waited for him.

I still remember mine and Thomas' first meeting like it was yesterday. And to this day, I still thank Beth for suggesting we go ice skating, I still thank my awful ice skating skills, and I still thank that poor, small child that sent my face flying into the ice. Because without everything happening on that day the way it did, I may not have met Thomas, and he might not have given me his number.

Sure, I got completely humiliated in the process, but Thomas stuck around anyway.

I waited a week after our first encounter before I texted him. It was torture. Everyday I'd wake up and think of him, and every night I'd fall asleep thinking about how his hand felt in mine. I know, I know, I'm sad and lonely, believe me, Beth made sure to remind me of it. But I couldn't help it. I was completely and utterly infatuated with him.

So we texted, and we called, and we met up, and from there it just escalated. We grew closer and closer, until I just couldn't imagine life without him. It was now over a year ago that we went skating, and nothing's changed. I am still very much infatuated with him.

We've been dating now for about 8 months but he had to go and stay with his grandparents who live in a different country for a while. I haven't seen him in about 2 months, but it feels like forever. I miss having him near me. I miss being able to talk to him whenever I want, and I guess I'm just scared he hasn't missed me as much as I've missed him.

That he's met someone who's better than me. Who can actually ice skate, who isn't clumsy and trips over every second step, someone who isn't awkward and makes a complete fool of herself.

Someone who's not me.

So when a bus pulls up, I take a deep breath in an attempt to pull myself together. Whatever happens when he steps off that bus, I'll be fine. Eventually, anyway.

I stand from the metal bench, wringing my hands together in front of me, chewing on my bottom lip. He doesn't know I'm here, why did I think this was a good idea? Why did I think he'd want to see me? What is wrong with me?

He steps off of the bus and all thought leaves my head. I keep my feet glued to the pavement and wait for him to notice me.

His eyes meet mine and he stills slightly, before a slow smile makes its way across his face. I sigh in relief and he scratches his cheek, looking at the floor slightly.

I'm stood on the curb, making me slightly taller than him and he walks up to me, putting his arms around my waist and burying his face in the side of my neck, holding me tight. "I missed you so much." He whispers into the soft skin of my neck.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him impossibly closer, smiling wider than I have in a long time. "I bet I missed you more." I whisper back.

He uses his hold on my waist to pick me up and spin me around. "That's actually impossible, you have no idea." He says, head still buried in my neck.

I shiver at the heat of his breath on my neck and he sets me back on the curb above him. I attempt to pull back and look at him but he refuses to let go, tightening his hold on my waist. "I've been waiting 2 months for this Poppy, just let me hold you a bit longer." He says.

I comply, bringing my hands to his hair and curling a few of the soft strands around my finger. "I can't believe you waited here for me." He continues.

"Good surprise then?" I ask.

"The best." He pulls his head out of my neck for the first time since he hugged me and gives me a lingering kiss on the lips. I sigh into him and he smiles against my mouth.

He picks me up and places me down on the floor next to him, leaning down to put his head over my shoulder now that I'm shorter than him again.

He begins to walk, still hugging me and I'm forced to walk backwards in his arms, laughing. "Don't you dare let me fall." I say, still laughing.

"Don't worry, I'll always catch you."

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This is a bit of a part 2 to Ice Skating, hope you liked it!
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