"Yeah, Emily, I know...Okay. I'll be there on time."

I definitely won't be there on time, I thought, mentally hitting myself on the head repeatedly.

I really hadn't meant to forget about our anniversary and that I wanted to go to the cinema with her, I simply had lost track of time at some point while I had been drawing. It happened sometimes; I started a new portrait and the next thing I knew was that three hours had passed and I had filled a few pages of my sketchbook without looking up once.

Usually I loved those moments, when my train of thought came to a screeching halt and blissful quiet took its place, no thoughts or worries, just the sound of the pencil scratching across the paper. It was, however, quite inconvenient when it resulted in being late to a date which we had been planning for days.

On the other end of the line Emily was still talking, her tone growing more and more impatient by the minute. Holding the phone away from my ear, I quietly ordered a venti caffe latte from the grumpy looking Starbucks barista.

"What? No, why would I forget our anniversary, babe?" I asked with a faked laugh and immediately felt bad for lying to her. If there had been such a thing as a contest for The World's Worst Boyfriend, I was sure that I would've won it by now.

In the meantime, Grumpy-face put my coffee down on the counter and waited impatiently for me to hand him the money. I quickly fished a crinkled bank note out of my pocket and didn't wait for him to give me the change, but left with the hot paper cup in my hand. Maybe the tip could lighten up his mood.

I was pretty sure that almost everyone would've thought that buying coffee instead of heading to meet my girlfriend right away was a waste of time, but it wasn't to me. Sometimes I was pretty sure that caffeine was the only thing keeping my body going, which sounded a little unhealthy when I thought about it, but was entirely accurate nevertheless. If I wanted to get through the day and go on that date, I knew that I needed at least a venti-size cup of coffee. Besides, the Starbucks shop was just down the road, only a stone's throw from the cinema, so it was only a small detour.

"I'm on my way, don't worry. I'll be there in just a minute. Bye, I love you," I said.

Hanging up, I stepped outside and hurriedly crossed the street.

I glanced at the time on my phone, only to realize that I was already eight minutes late. Swearing quietly under my breath, I slipped the phone back into my pocket. However, before I could look up again, I felt myself bumping into someone.

There was a quiet thump as our bodies collided, then a string of hissed curses. Before I could even process what had happened, I stumbled back and looked up to see a furious guy with black coffee spilled all over his white t-shirt.

I stood frozen in shock, blinking up at him and being met with green eyes staring into mine. They belonged to a guy who was around my age but a good few inches taller.

His voice, dark and angry, ripped me out of my daze. "Are you kidding me?"

"Shit, I'm so sorry," I stammered and looked at the ugly coffee stain on his chest. He was slightly taller than me, but he seemed to be my age. "Are you okay? Are you hurt or anything?"

The boy rolled his eyes, anger slowly turning into irritation. "Nah, it's not like you just spilled boiling hot coffee all over me, you idiot."

I scratched the back of my neck in embarrassment and felt my cheeks flushing red.

"But it's okay, I'm hotter than that anyway," he mumbled under his breath.

I was honestly not sure if I had heard wrong, so I just kept my mouth shut, overwhelmed with the entire situation. Then, on an impulse I couldn't explain, I quickly pulled my hoodie over my head and handed it to him. Fortunately, I had been wearing a black t-shirt underneath. "Here, you can wear this. I'm really sorry, mate."

"Don't call me mate. It's not like spilling coffee over another person is some fucking bonding experience," he snapped, but took the hoodie and put it on in one single flowing motion nevertheless.

I didn't know what to reply to that, so I just watched him silently.

"What are you staring at?" he asked, his tone clearly annoyed. "Aren't you in a rush? It sure as hell seemed like it when you ran face-forward into me."

"Yeah, right. Again, I'm really so-"

The boy just ran his fingers through his dark hair and cut me off: "You're sorry, I get it. Just leave me alone, mate." He pronounced the last word as if it was some kind of a disease. Without another word, he put on the expensive looking headphones that were hanging around his neck and walked off, not without shoving me out of the way with his shoulder in passing.

How lovely. I just gave my favourite hoodie to a dick.

I probably wouldn't see it (or him) ever again. While I was kind of sad about the first one, I really didn't mind the latter, knowing I'd probably die from embarrassment if I ever had to talk to him again.

Sighing softly, I threw the empty cup of coffee in the bin, pretty disappointed that I hadn't been able to drink a single sip of it. Then I turned around and made my way to the cinema as fast as I could, knowing that Em would be furious.

As expected, she was already standing in front of the building, leaning against a pillar with her arms crossed over her chest. Even from afar I could see that her lips were pressed together in a thin line, a clear sign that she was angry.

She looked pretty today, as she always did. Something about her always reminded me of a china doll, probably because of her light skin, the big brown eyes and the button nose. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders; a feeling of guilt washed over me as I saw that she had even made the effort to style it into curls for our date. And I had forgotten about it completely.

"Hey, Em," I said with an apologetic smile and leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her head away. I bit down on my lip and took a step back to give her some space.

She replied with a glare that really wasn't very intimidating at all. The problem was that whenever she tried to shoot me an angry look, she always ended up looking even more like Bambi. It was adorable, really, but now was probably not the right time to point that out.

"Hey, Em?" she imitated me. "That's all you have to say?"

"Listen, I'm sorry that I'm late. I didn't mean to, but there was this guy and I ran into him and I spilled my coffee all over him and then I had to lend him my hoodie and-"

"Seriously, Jules?" She crossed her arms with an exasperated scowl. "If you don't want to go on a date with me, you can just tell me. But don't make any stupid excuses."

I lifted my hands in defeat. "Emily, I swear, I'm not lying. I know how this sounds, but that's what happened and I..." I inhaled deeply before I continued, hoping that she could tell I was being genuine. "I actually really, really want to go on that date with you."

Her eyes softened as she looked at me. She remained silent for a moment before she sighed. "Fine. It's okay. I'm sorry for acting like a bitch."

"You weren't though," I said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I was the one being an idiot."

"True," she chuckled. "But at least you're my idiot."

Before I could reply, she stepped closer and pulled me into a soft kiss, her lips still smiling against mine. I let my eyes flutter shut and tried to focus only on the familiar feeling of her body pressed to mine and her arms looping around my neck.

I really don't get what people find so great about kissing. It's really just pressing your lips together and exchanging body liquids, isn't it?

I broke away from her after a few seconds and pulled out my mobile to check the time. "Crap," I muttered. "The movie has already started."

Emily grimaced in disappointment. "There goes our movie date..."

"Wait, I have an idea," I said. "How about watching movies and ordering pizza at my place?"

Her face lit up a little at that. "Star Wars?"

"Sure thing, nerd."

"Then pizza and movies it is!" she announced happily and grabbed my hand.

And just like that, everything between us was fine again, like it always was. As we made our way back to my house, Em was already chattering about how her day had been and how excited she was for school to start again tomorrow, but I was only listening with half an ear, too busy wondering what that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach that wouldn't go away was.