The Kissing Booth: Adult Edition

Sparks Fly

(Author's Note: Let me know if you're team Marco or team Noah. I used to be team Noah but after crafting Marco's character, I'm not so sure anymore how I should end this story. Let me know who you'd like Elle to end up with! Many thanks!)

"Ok, Lee! I left a key and some cash for you in the bowl on the counter!" I hollered from the front entrance while scrambling to put on my converses. "Got it!" Lee shouted back from his room upstairs; my apartment had two rooms in it. "I'll be back in a couple of hours! Call me if you need anything!" "Yeah, yeah! Just go! You're gonna be late!" Right! With that, I scurried out of the front door, locking it behind me and running down the street to the train station.

I'll admit I was a little nervous to meet Marco again after all this time. I didn't have social media anymore, so I had no clue what he looked like or was up to now. Well, I knew he was in university somewhere but that was about it. I had no idea where he lived, what his qualifications were, where he worked or if he worked at all, if he was in a relationship- nothing. Still, I treated it as going to meet up with an old high school friend and made myself calm down. I did so by listening to soft classical music the whole train ride to the university. I hopped off at my stop and went straight to the place where we agreed to meet.

I was early, so while I was waiting I pulled out my phone. There was one text message from Lee and a voicemail from another number. Before I checked that, I opened my contacts and found Hong Ji-yoon's number. It rang a couple of times before going to voicemail- it was in Korean. I did not reply in Korean, but she spoke good enough English to understand. "Uh, hi Ji-yoon; it's me. I just wanted to see if you were done with the books we talked about yet. No rush! I just need them by the end of the month. You can bring them back to the library or I can pick them up- whatever's easiest for you. Hope to talk to you soon! Have a good weekend!" Click! A sigh left my lips as my phone lowered from my ear. It's been almost two weeks and no word from her. I bit my lower lip in a slightly worried fashion. I hope she does get back to me soon; I really need those books.

While I was stewing over that, a familiar tall, slender, broad figure approached me from the side. I hadn't noticed since I was checking my voicemail- it was also in Korean. Translated in English, it basically said: [Guess who? That's the third time you've blocked me. Why do you keep ignoring me, you stupid bitch? You think that'll work? Answer your phone, you whore...] It just went on and on. With another long sigh, I pressed "delete" and blocked the new phone number. How does he keep getting new numbers like that? I heard that stocking was bad over here, but this is ridiculous. Oh well, at least he hasn't tried to approach me in person. Speaking of which....

"Elle?"

My heart skipped at beat at the sound of my name coming from a male's mouth. It took a lot of courage to peer to my left side, where he was standing. Him! My eyes couldn't have grown wider. Marco! Oh my god, Marco..... He didn't look a day over nineteen, and that's not an insult. Jesus Christ, I'd forgotten what a beautiful man he is. So tall and gorgeous- he'd make anyone blush. He was still wearing American clothes, which looked quite flattering on him. He looked equally as astonished to see me; not that I think I've glowed up much. My heart skipped yet another beat when his foot took a step in my direction.

"Elle, is that you?" His voice.... I'd also forgotten how addictive his voice could be. Shyly, as if I was some little school girl or something, my head nodded softly. Marco stared at me for half a second more before a bright smile blossomed across his lips. Of course I had to mirror his delighted expression. "Elle...." "Hello, Marco." With that, he came towards me with open arms and we caught each other in an embrace. Our first hug in god knows how long, but my god- it felt so good to be held like that again. No one's held me like this since Noah....

"Where would you like to eat?" "Why are you asking me that?! You just got here; you should choose," I insisted. But Marco merely grinned and shook his beautiful head. "You know what's good around here. You pick; I have full confidence in your choice." I laughed and led him to the same café Lee and I ate at. It was fairly empty when we got there, being a Saturday and all. We went up to the front counter and I looked at Marco. "What would you like?" I asked. He scanned over the menu, which had English subtitles on it because this was a café highly popular with international students. "Mmmmm, it all looks good. What are you having?" He inquired. "Oh, I always get the hot chocolate and cinnamon donut. Heh, they know my order by heart here." Marco smiled and, you guessed it, my heart skipped a beat. It was doing that a lot around him. "Alright, I think I know what I want. Can you order in English here?" "Yes," I nodded. "Good," Marco finally looked forward to the barista who came over to us.