From The Coffee Shop To Here

Okay I kinda have writers block and it's being a bitch so I'm going to try my best to make this chapter good

Emma's POV


I wake up to the sun's bright rays coming from the window. I get up and look at the clock. It's 11:47. I pull the covers off of me and walk to the living room. I look at the couch and it's empty. Blankets are scattered on the couch. I go to the kitchen. I see a bright colored paper tapes onto the fridge.

It says:

'sorry about last night went to parents house I was going to take u but you were asleep b back later help yourself to anything key is on counter if u wanna go out '

i take the note down and throw it in the garbage. I sigh and start rummaging through the cabinets. I finally find honey nut Cheerios and of coarse he doesn't have any milk. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. I pour some of the cereal into a bowl and eat it Ike that. I wash the bowl off and place it back into the cabinet. I guess I should take a shower. I scurry back to his room and look through my bag. I pick out a Green Day tee and black ripped jeans. I walk over to the bathroom and turn the water on. I close the door and step into the shower after peeling my clothes off. The warm water trickle down my body.

I start to think about last night. The kiss. A part of me wants to say 'we cooties' and another part of me wants to be with him. It's not that I didn't like it I'm just scared. The fear of rejection. The fear of not being good enough. I'm not pretty. He's perfect. That doesn't go together. What if it happens again. Just like Mikey. Then again being his girlfriend would be nice. My mouth twitches into a smile. Girlfriend. I like that. But does he want me to be that to him. Maybe he did it because we were so close to each other.

I rinse of and turn the water off. I change into my clothes and step out of the bathroom. I guess I'll go on a walk. I slip on my converse and a jacket. I grab the key and walk outside. I carefully lock the door and shove the key in my pocket.

The weather is nice. It's cloudy and the wind is blowing cold air. I shiver a little. I should really talk to him about it. That would be the right thing I think. I know if I don't talk to him about it it'll just drive me crazy and bother me. Then again what if he doesn't like me like that. What if he laughs because I think the kiss means something. I sigh and watch the cold air coming from my mouth fade away. I need to do this.

I have to because I think I love him.

I know sucky and short :/ comment /rate/subscribe

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