Stages (Done, editing)

Stage 2-Infatuation

Infatuation is when you find someone who is absolutely perfect. Love is when you realize they aren’t and it doesn't matter.

Stage 2-Infatuation

Another Sunday rolled around and another hot chocolate was calling my name. I stood in line waiting for it to be made, I could almost taste it on my lips. “T.J!” I stood there as the same boy who had spilt coffee all over my things was now grabbing a drink right in front of me at the counter. He wore another flannel shirt, with a white T-shirt underneath, and worn out jeans with converse. He started walking off and then quickly turned around to grab a napkin that he had forgotten and bumping right into me spilling his hot, steaming coffee all over me.

“Why does this always happen to me?” He groaned.

“Is this just going to be our thing now or are you purposely trying to burn me cause you really didn't like me the first time?” He looked up and smiled and started giggling a little.

“You again?” He started laughing.

“Hey at least I learned your name this time, T.J.”

“And I still don't know yours.”

“Sophia!” I went and grabbed my cup of happiness and went and sat down at a table, getting to work on my school stuff. Trailing right behind me was T.J.

His phone began to ring. “Hello?” After responding with short phrases like 'yeah' and 'ok' he hung up his phone and started packing up his things.

“Well Miss Sophia I must be on my way, but how about in four hours, approximately, you meet me back here.”

“Sounds good Mr. T.J.” He smiled and laughed as he exited the shop.

For the first hour I worked then needed a study break and probably a non-coffee stained T-shirt. I walked back to my dorm and changed my clothes into something more appealing. I put on a tight fitting T-shirt and jeans and started heading back to the coffee shop. The darkness had started to fall over and I started to work on schooling some more. I waited for 6 to come around and finally it did. He wasn't here yet, but he was a boy, and they are notorious for being late and never on time so it made sense.

7 came around and still no TJ, I started to pile everything into my backpack and began to leave right as he walked through the door.

“Sorry I'm late.” He said rushing into the building.

His hair was a little rustled and it looked like his face had been hit, with a pink mark on his cheek in place. “Are you ok?” I asked as he sat down across from me.

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

He was looking down at his hands, and put them on the table wiping blood from his knuckles. “What happened?” I started getting a little more concerned.

“I just got into a little bit of a fight...it's nothing...I'm fine.” I started patting down his tangled hair. “Annnnd why did you get in a fight?”