café et des notes [c.h]

cappuccino

double update bc im bout that life and i love you guys' reactions lmAo (important note at the end)

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"evelyn, babe?" she looked up from her book she is currently reading and closed it. "yeah?" she called out.

"can you come over here?" she chuckled of the sound of his boyfriend, it's like he's somehow really sad. she walked towards the kitchen because she knew he's in there.

"what?" she walked in and saw the boy sitting on a stool, looking sadly at the cup infront of him. "aw, what happened?" she asked, sitting next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"i can't make coffee for shit," he said. "i tried to make you your favorite coffee - cappuccino - without using those instant coffee on the supermarket but i am such a fucking a loser and i - "

she smiled, as she watched him ramble about how he can't make a cappuccino for dear life. her mind did a flashback about what has happened in the past few years. the notes, the coffees.

and until the day she met him.

and somehow it all still felt surreal. it's like a few days ago, she was fangirling with this boy about himself. and now, she's dating him. a girl would kill for that to happen.

"hey, it's okay." she looked sadly at the poor boy. "here, let me try it." she was about to take the cup but he took it first and hide it beside him.

"no, it tastes bad. just like the last time."

evelyn sighed, "i'm sure it doesn't, just let me."

"you said that everytime." they argued for a while before the boy gave in, giving the cup to her as he looked down. she didn't get why he was so sad about not be able to make a coffee. she told him he could've make an instant one but he refused. she looked at him, who isn't looking at her and takes a sip.

she remained silent before saying, "hey!"

"what?"

"have you actually taste it?" the boy shook his head and she placed it infront of him. "well, you should." he agreed and takes a sip as well, he only stared at the cup emotionlessly.

"did i really make that?" she laughed.

"ofcourse!" she gave his arm a punch. "now , come cuddle with me, you little shit."

"you're such a bitch. i just made you a coffee." she shrugged and laughed, followed by his laugh later. she's tugging his hand and brought him to sit down next to her on the couch. she puts her head on his chest, as he wrapped his arm around her tiny body.

and that's it. a simple thing that could make her felt like a firework ready to burst in the sky. happiness, is as simple as that. when back then, she used to think it's so hard to find around, because all the bad things that came.

"you know what?" he said. "i fucking love you."

she giggled, "well, too bad, i fucking hate you." she heard him sigh and hug her tighter, squishing her small body to his. "stop it!"

"not until you say you fucking love me too."

"i can't breath!"

"say it!"

"okay! i fucking love you too!" his grip loosened and he kissed the top of her head. "i actually hate you, still."

"okay, i hate you too then." he nuzzled his face onto her hair. smelling the faintly vanilla scent. and the couple just stayed like that, body tangled with each other, heartbeats heard slightly on the background, with a sound of a drizzle outside.

"remember that day on the restaurant?" she asked, and felt him nodded.

"i beat the shit out of michael clifford because he tried to kiss you," she giggled at his words. "and you fucking believed it was him who send you the notes! fuck him."

"you wish." she smirked. "and we get kicked out. and i was still in shock that you're actually the sender because i said something along i want a piece of your ass."

"you know you want it." now it's his turn to smirk down at her.

she rolled her eyes, "and you said you're late because you had writing session to do with luke and send michael over to keep me company but then later you said, 'you son of a bitch! i'm never believing you ever again!' and kicked his ass."

"i was pretty proud of myself that day." he said confidently.

"yeah, whatever, Kiwi."

"can i ask you something?" he said taking her hand with his and lacing their fingers together.

"shoot."

"do you still like michael?" and with that she bursted out laughing. "what's so funny?"

her laughed died down slowly, as she kissed him on the lips. "does that answer your question?" he nodded, connecting their lips again. it's like he'll never get enough of her once their lips touched.

they both let go, foreheads against eachother, fingers still entwined. "are you still a michael clifford enthusiast?" he asked again.

"duh, calum," she answered. "one does not quit being a michael clifford enthusiast. once a michael clifford enthusiast, always a michael clifford enthusiast."

he rolled his eyes and kiss her nose. "silly, isn't it?"

"what?"

he smiled, "how a few cups of coffee and some notes brought us together?"

THE END

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do you guys want a sequel? bc like if you want one it will affect the epilogue pLS ANSWER ME IM IN DILEMMA

and it was fun writing this and seeing your reaction it was pretty funny never thought id get such reaction towards this story which means a lot (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

!!! ilysm pls make love to me !!!!