cole waited in the park, glancing often at his watch.
it was only 8:37. okay, so he was early, but he was anxious to see if she would show up. he wanted time to go by, for it to be 9 o' clock already so amelia could run over and jump into his arms and let him repeat sorry over and over again until his lips fell off.
while cole waited, he observed his surroundings, shivering. it was mid december and the snow glimmered in the pale light. it was so dark already and the sound of the train nearby startled him every time. his breath shivered, his hair that was half-covered by a Patriots ski hat was probably growing icicles.
he sighed, feeling like his legs were going to fall off. he decided to sit on the roots of the tree he was leaning against.
barely 5 minutes had past, when a car pulled up. happiness and hope tugged at his heart as he craned his neck to look towards the passenger's seat, where the fogged windows hid the driver's face.
cole's mind filled with curiosity. who could that be?
but cole didn't have to wonder for long.
because the person in the car unlocked the door, stepped out, and headed towards cole.
YOU ARE READING
A Typical Fuckboy - Published as a Textrovert
Short Story"Hey Simone, it's me Dylan. I just wanted you to know that last night was great, but I don't want any responsibility." "..." "I know I kinda sound like an ass, telling you over text." "This isn't Simone." "Oh god! Sorry! OMFG I'm so sorry."...
