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~Someone Somebody

Between The Shelves

I inhale as I enter the old building. It smelled amazing, just like old and new books, and it had a pleasant smell that only old buildings could have. Not a smell of mildew or decay, it smelled of history, memories, and it smelt like an antique. I love it, nothing smells like this.

I smile and head towards the back where the new releases and readers favorite section, the last lane in the shop.

When I reach it, there is a man at the other end with his back to me. I scan the shelves, I squeal in delight when I see the book. Harry Potter and The Cursed Child, I quickly swipe it off the shelf. I hear a chuckle behind me, followed with a deep voice, "I'm guessing you had trouble finding that book?"

"You have no idea, I went to 3 different shops, but they were all sold out. Luckily this is the last one." My jaw drops when I turn around to face him, he looks just as shocked as I am, "Oh my god..."

"Oh... Hi Roseanne..." He says awkwardly, shuffling his feet.

"Uh... Hey Trevor..." I feel my face turn bright red.

"How have you been?" He scratches the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at me.

"I've been fine, you?"

"Good, good..."

"Cool..." I don't know what to say, if I should say anything.

"Okay this is just awkward..." He breathes out after a few moments of silence. I nod in agreement, faking a smile.

"How about we change that and grab a cup of coffee next door?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't how that would make this any less weird?" I knit my eyebrows together trying to figure that out.

"I don't know if it will work, but it can't hurt to try."

"I guess..." I move my book for one hand to the other.

"Is that a yes?" Trevor smiled politely, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure, just let me pay for this."

***

"So are you seeing anyone Anne?" Trevor asks, sipping his coffee.

"Wow, getting right to the point," I chuckle, I slid a napkin under my iced coffee which had started to sweat, "No I'm not seeing anyone. What about you, got someone special in you life?" I wrap my sweating hand around the cold cup.

"No, not for awhile." He leans back in his chair and I swear I see his eyes roam over my body for a split second. I feel a blush cross my cheeks.

"Are you still working at that terrible job that you hate? What was it? A drug store?" I ask him, then cringe realizing how rude it sounded. He doesn't seem upset though, he flashes me a smile.

"A gas station and no. About a year ago I found a school that was hiring. Finally got to put that degree to use. Are you still working at that ArtGallery?"

"Yep, I'm the manger now." I lean forward, placing my hands on the table.

"That's great! Who was it that told you it eventually would happen?" He leaned forward also placing his elbows on the table. We were only a few inches apart.

"I believe that was you." I cock my head to the side, finally cracking a real smile. I feel his breath tickle my nose and lips. I inhale a shaky breath.

"Remember that time we drove to Hollywood on a whim?" He ask softly, barely more then a whisper.

"Yeah, drove around all night looking for the celebrities, and the sign."

"We didn't find either one, we ended up out of gas and completely lost."

"Then some old trucker found us at sunset"

"And man, were we a mess..." He leaned back laughing, his eyes gleaming. My smile grows as I watch him laugh; suddenly I realize how much I missed him.

He composes himself and glance at me, a look crosses his face, but I can't read it.

The bell above the door rings out, startling us both. Trevor uncomfortable looks at his watch, and I fiddle with my straw.

"Well I should probably go..." I stand grabbing my bag and slinging to over my shoulder. He stands up and walks with me to my car.

"It was nice seeing you again Rosie." My stomach flips; he hasn't called me that since we broke up. He leans in giving me a peck on the cheek.

"You too Trevor..." I start to walk past him, when he grabs my wrist and spins me back to him; again we're mere inches apart.

"Can I have your number?" He asks me, his hand sliding up my arm to my shoulder.

"I don't think that's a good idea..." I answer breathlessly, all I can feel is his hand sliding across my shoulder, his hand stops when it reaches behind my neck.

"You're probably right...." He whispers. I start to speak but stop when his lips brush mine, and I can't move. He presses his lips against mine. At first I don't respond but when I feel his other hand wrap around my waist I kiss him back. He deepens the kiss, he gently pushes me against my car and as soon as the hot metal touches my bare legs I jump back.

"What? What happened?" He asks pulling away from me, his face full of confusion.

"My car, it's hot." I'm trying to catch my breath, my head spinning.

"Oh, I see..."

I pull out a notebook and pen out of my bag, and jot down my number. He takes the paper from me and puts it in his back pocket.

"I'll call you."

"You better..." He leans in and gives me a quick peck on the lips.

"Bye Roseanne."

"Bye Trevor." He gives me a wink, turns and walks from me. I climb into my car and grin like an idiot all the way home.