This is it, guys! This is the final chapter of this story. It's kinda sad now that I think about it. But I am going to most likely continue this series! The next work will probably be longer though. I might do some other ships. If you guys have any ships in mind, please tell me! And thank you to everyone who reviewed this and gave me feedback!
Thanks to Rychan14 for being my first reviewer! Thanks to Hamilclaw, InserteNombreOriginal, and mdmpinkie9088 for reading both this and "The Guy at the Café!" Thanks to Pagorooney for writing possibly the longest reviews I've ever gotten. Thanks to SnowNinjaAJ for your positive feedback! And thanks to alleinad for always leaving reviews that push me to keep writing! And of course thanks to every Guest reviewer and anyone else I'm forgetting! Okay, you can read this now.
We were walking into the café at around 1 in the afternoon.
I'm happy to say that we were now officially a couple.
It feels great to say that. I'm filled with pride every time I introduce us as boyfriends. And your blush is adorable to see when I do.
It's only been a little over 3 weeks since we got together at the café, but I'm still not used to you yet.
I still remember the days when I pinned over you from afar, hoping you'd glance my way. (Although those days are a long way from over, at least now I know when you look back at me, you feel the same.)
Each day with you feels like a dream, and I'm terrified that one day I'll wake up to see it was.
But you're always there to reassure me that you aren't going anywhere.
Your smiles still take my breath away and your eyes are still as captivating as ever.
I don't think I ever will be used to you loving me. I hope I never will be.
I went up to order our drinks before walking back with them in hand to our table (I love being able to say that now).
We sat down and I glanced at your art journal.
I raised a curious eyebrow and asked if I could have a look at it, you blushed and tried to brush it off but I wouldn't take no for an answer.
You eventually relent and I eagerly flipped through the pages in excitement and awe.
The artwork was amazing! So very detailed and there was obviously a lot of thought and passion put into each piece.
For the next minute I gushed about how amazingly talented you were, pointing out the pieces I liked (most of them were of myself of course).
Then I got to a divider that separated the art from what seemed to be journal entries.
Oooo! You have a diary!
I smirked as you blushed profusely while I teased you about having a diary.
(And no, I am not a hypocrite because what I write my thoughts in is a journal solely used to pass the time.)
You tried to take your journal back, but I quickly held it above my head where you couldn't reach it.
I smiled smugly and to tease you further, began reading the first entry aloud:
You came in late today. You went up to the counter and ordered an Americano.
You seem tense.
You walked over to your usual seat on the right and two tables down from me beside the window.
You pulled out your computer and typed for the entire time, not glancing up once.
At least that meant I got to look at you longer.
About two hours later you left.
I wish I could talk to you…."
No… I couldn't believe it… you had been crushing on me for just as long as I've liked you!
I laughed in disbelief, but when I looked back at you I saw you were frowning.
I quickly assured you I wasn't laughing at you, just at the irony of the situation. When you didn't believe me, I pulled out my laptop with my journal on it and turned the computer screen to face you.
You raised a confused and doubtful eyebrow, but I only urged you to read it.
So you began reading out an entry aloud:
This time I was here my usual time, 10:00 am sharp.
You were already here as usual.
I go to my usual seat by the window and get to work. My boss has been more stressed lately and pressing for more work, better quality, and published faster than ever.
Of course, my work is already of amazing quality, but I digress.
So I type away, words spewed onto my laptop only a second slower than being processed.
I feel eyes on me again and see you quickly look down at your coffee.
I wonder how I could ever be of enough importance to earn your captivating gaze, but it is always welcome.
I wish you wouldn't always look away.
My phone dings and I look down to see another email from my boss. Apparently, he wants my article for the Times in a day instead of the week he required only two days ago. Luckily, I'm always ahead of schedule, but I'll still have to go back to my apartment to look over my research.
I sigh and rise from my chair, leaving an hour earlier than I usually do.
As I near the door, I pass by your usual spot and glance at you.
I hope you never have as much stress as I do.
Until next time, my freckled angel."
I blush when you finally look back at me with a small smile.
"So... we've both liked each other since October and yet you wait until February to ask me out?" John said incredulously.
"Yeah," I said rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly, "I just couldn't even fathom the possibility you liked me back."
John laughed, "Of course I do, you idiot. Now come here."
As you pulled me into a hug, both of us laughing at how silly we are, I realized there was nowhere else I'd ever want to be.
We finally pulled apart and I heard a french voice behind me say, "If it wasn't for me, you'd both still be pining after each other." I bit back a smile when I turned to see Lafayette behind us whipping off a table.
"Sorry about that," I said sheepishly.
Laf only humphed, "You better be, I had to deal with you two pining over each other for 5 months! Cinq!"
Both John and I laughed and got back to drinking our coffee, having eyes for only each other.
IT'S DONE! IT'S FINALLY DONE! WOOHOO! Looking back at this I can see how my writing slowly got more cringy, which is odd because it's usually the other way around... but oh well! So... please review if you want me to continue this series! And if you have any ideas on what the next work should be focused on, please review and tell me! Or PM me. Bye guys!