candles and cotton | b.h

eight.

"and so.. repeat after me. leonardo da vinchi was born on-"

the bell interrupted the lecturer's sentance and we all began packing up.

"remember! your case study on a famous name in art in the last century!"

we all began walking out of the big lecture hall, that is, until a hand pulled me back.

"hey y/n?"it was caitlin, a pretty girl in my class, "hi caitlin, what's up?"

her already rosy cheeks were bright red as she watched the crowd leave, still holding onto the sleeve of my yellow plaid shirt.

"um... y/n, i was wondering if.. uh.."

she pushed some of her straight black hair from her green eyes, "um.. if you'd like to go to the cinema with me on friday...?"

"w-what?"

my cheeks heated up, i widened my eyes, such a pretty girl like herself, asking me to go with her to the cinema?

"i-it's okay if you don't want to! sorry, that was stupid, i'm gonna—"

"no! i'd love to! i'll see you at the cinema at...?"

"six? is that okay?"

"perfect. i'll see you there."

she smiled brightly, nodded and left the classroom with a spring in her step.

how cute.
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"she'll be here in a few minutes! don't worry! ca-"

the muffled voices i heard from outside my door confused me, who would be here?

i opened my door to see joe and ben in the middle of the living room, ben trying to shove joe, toward the door.

"hi guys... what are you doing?"

they both smiled awkwardly, "nothing!" they said simultaneously, i furrowed my brows and nodded slowly, walking past them into the kitchen.

"hey joe! did you cook anything? i'm really hungry!"

"yeah it's in the microwave!"

"thanks mozzarella, love you!"

"love you too, shrimpy!"

i chuckled and walked over to the microwave, taking out the large plate of lasange and salad.

i took the plate and put it on the table, then grabbed a glass of orange juice for myself.

i sat at the table, scrolling through my phone while i ate the delicious tasting food.

i heard footsteps coming into the kitchen and i didn't need to look up to see who it was.

"y/n.."

i looked up from the phone and locked eyes with ben, i smiled faintly, "hi.. "

"um.. i was wondering if you would like to have dinner.. with me.. on friday..?"

i sighed, "ben, honestly i would love to but, i have plans on friday thanks, though."

ben nodded, his expression hurt, "uhh, yeah, all right, sorry for bothering you."

knock knock.

we both turned to the sound, joe squealed, it was only know that i realised he was dressed.. fancy?

a blue sweater with a white shirt underneath and dark jeans.

"do you.. do you have a date?
mozzarella?"