~DISCONTINUED~
A town celebrates a festival where every two years, a flurry of shooting stars dance across the sky, granting wishes and eternal love to whomever views it.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
"I've loved you for so long, you have no idea..."...
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Memories of yesterday played back in my mind like a broken record. I smiled as I ran my fingers through the hanging clothes.
Part of me wanted to believe. Part of me wanted to be delusional. But no, I'm just a friend to him. He's way too dense, dammit. Why did I do this to myself?!
I looked at the picture I took of the sunglasses I saw the other day for the 5th time. I couldn't find it. Guess I have to go, I don't want to keep Kira and Bonnie waiting. Unless they're not done with whatever they're doing, then whatever, ice cream I guess.
Just as I turned around, I bumped into someone. Ow, fuck. I rubbed the sore part on my head till I realized I knocked the guy to the ground.
I extended my hand to him and helped him up.
"Ouch...I am so sorry..." The guy said, also rubbing his head, before opening his eyes. His eyes were coal black, and his raven black hair reached almost down to his shoulders. He was tall, so I had to look up slightly to make eye contact with him. He had a black t-shirt on with jeans, and a name tag was pinned to his chest. Damn, he was cute.
He cleared his throat, ending the silence between us.
"A-are you looking for anything in particular..?" He asked, his cheeks getting visibly red. Huh, he must work here. That explains the name tag.
"Y-yeah. I am." I stuttered, looking down at my phone to unlock it. Why am I so nervous around this cute guy?! I swear, it's like I'm around Ash. It must be the brain damaged I sustained from crashing into him. It did hurt, I must have lost at least a few braincells.
"Here." I said, facing my phone screen to the guy. He took a look at the sunglasses and immediately said, "Follow me."
He led me to a sunglasses stand and handed me the sunglasses. The frames were a white and the lenses were black.
"Thanks a lot." I said, trying on the glasses in the mirror. Hell yeah, I like that.
I took them off and faced towards the guy.
"Y-you're welcome..." he responded, blushing.
I went over to the counter to pay, and he followed me when he saw there was no cashier present.
"By the way, what's your name?" He asked as he scanned my sunglasses.
"Serena." I responded. Nothing like giving your name to a stranger, good going Sere. A very cute stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.
"Pretty name." He complimented, making me blush slightly.
"What about you?" I asked.
"Calem." He responded, smiling a smile that honestly made my heart melt a bit.
"Nice name." I smiled. He looked away, his face turning red like he ate something spicy.
"D-do you wanna exchange numbers?" He asked as I handed him money to pay for the item I was purchasing.
"Sure." I said. I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket and wrote down my number, sliding it across the counter. In exchange, he gave me my sunglasses and a paper with his number on it.
"I get off at 5, by the way. If you wanna hang out." He said as he handed me my receipt.
"I'd love to." I responded, ignoring the slight pang in my chest.
"O-okay." He started fidgeting with his fingers as another customer walked up to the counter.
"I'll meet you back here, 'kay?" I offered.
"Yeah!" He called out as I walked out of the store.
I turned around and sighed. Why did I do that?! Fuck. I looked down at the bag I put my sunglasses in, the piece of paper that Calem gave me was in there too. Why does he remind me of Ash?
Maybe it's about time I get over Ash. He doesn't love you, Serena. He doesn't...does he. I have a weird feeling, something I can't describe in words. Not a foreboding one that this date will go wrong, just I'm thinking wrong. I don't know. I don't know...
"Hey Serena." Kira's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Let's go?" Bonnie asked. I nodded.
"Yep, let's go." I said.
5 o' clock, I'm going on a date- hang out. A hang out, yeah, hang out. To get over him. And have fun. Hopefully.
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BEFORE YOU TAKE OUT YOUR BUSES...AND TANKS...AND NUKES (looking at you who has the military on speed dial, you know who you are)...I swear Calem will NOT, and I repeat, WILL NOT, interfere with Amourshipping. Serena dear has just caught a bit of an...infatuation with him. IswearpleasedontkillhimIneedhimforlater-
