C'est Toi • Shawn Mendes (Coffee Shop AU)

Chapter ELEVEN

Monday - February 11, 2019 - 18:36 

Holding hands is nice...Really nice. But nothing will ever compare how nice a first kiss feels.

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While the sun was hidden behind an array of gray clouds, and the wind was a bit more breezy than usual, I still found some sense of peace sitting out in the courtyard of Somerset. Students milled about with coffees in their hands either rushing to their next lecture or chatting with friends.

I sat on one of the benches with my journal, appreciating the day, when I heard a familiar––usually friendly––voice cut harshly through the whistling wind.

"You still haven't told me."

I closed my journal and looked up at her with a smile, "Afternoon, Ella."

She rolled her eyes, shoved my legs off the bench, so that I was now sitting normally instead of lounging, as she took the spot next to me and glared, "You got back at ten on Saturday and have yet to tell me about your date."

Slipping my journal into my bag, I couldn't hide the smile that slowly made its way onto my face as I replayed everything that happened on Saturday, "It was nice."

She elbowed by side, "I think I have a right to know everything that happened."

I let out a laugh, "You have a right?"

Ella nodded her head as if it was obvious, and I only raised my eyebrows, waiting for her explanation, "If it wasn't for me dragging you into Brightsidethe first day, you never would've stumbled upon it. And if it wasn't for me coming up with Operation Sketchbook, you wouldn't have his number. And if you didn't have his number you wouldn't have gone out on a date."

Blankly, I stared at her with my mouth open before I let out a laugh, "You can't take any credit for the first day we went in. It was raining."

She rolled her eyes before standing up and looking down at me, "I need to know something! I know you've been texting him since your date," she wiggled her eyebrows, "Did you kiss him?"

Embarrassed with what I knew her reaction would be, I looked down at the pavement. I curled my hands in fists around the ends of my sweatshirt to fight off the cold wind, even though I felt as if I was running a fever with how embarrassed I felt.

"Mick!"

Ignoring her, I stood up and grabbed my bag, turning away from her so as to not feel any more embarrassed. I was a few feet away before I heard her call out my name again, but this time, it was soft and apologetic.

She offered me a small smile and walked towards me, "Where are you going?"

"Off to finish a paper back in my room."

Ella let out a small laugh, thinking I was joking, but once she saw my serious face, she scrunched her eyebrows together, "Why not Brightside?"

I shrugged, "I just saw Shawn on Saturday. I don't want to seem annoying––"

"You literally went into Brightside every single day before your date," Ella smirked, "I'm sure he wants to see you just as much as you want to see him."

I looked down at my shoes and kicked a small pebble. I had an inkling that he might want to see me, but I was still nervous. Saturday was such a good day and I didn't know if it was too soon to see him.