Today Your Barista Is...

Chapter 3

Dallon's POV (big surprise)

The stairs were small, seeing as the building wasn't very tall, but it seemed like it took forever to climb.

Brendon, who was red as a beet, was still pushing me when we got to the top.

"Sorry about h-her she th-thinks every one of m-my friends is dating me heh." He scratched the back of his head nervously. "Sorry."

I had to admit, it did seem a little strange he knew his neighbors so well. When I was growing up, I never talked to my neighbors - even though my parents rarely let me out of the house.

"It's okay Brendon, really." I realized how much I like saying his name. It rolls off the tongue way better than any other I could think of.

He smiled up at me and stared into my eyes for longer than the normal eye-staring amount of time, if you get what I'm saying. Finally he opened the door behind him and gestured me to enter.

The apartment was small, but it had a homey feel to it. The kitchen was attached to the living area, where one couch and a normal sized TV stood, waiting for a lounge. A hallway led straight into what I presumed to be his bedroom from a tiny crack in the door. The bathroom was to the right of the bed.

All around were band posters and stacks of CDs. I smirked seeing that we both seem to enjoy a similar taste in music.

"You're a quiet one aren't you." His voice sounds from the kitchen, I don't know how he got there so fast. Turning around I see that the front door was closed and...locked? Okay...

"Oh sorry." I say awkwardly. "I was just looking around."

He walks out of the kitchen, still in his work clothes. I didn't notice earlier when he had his coat on.

"Like what you see? I know it's small but it's just me here." He smiles again. I can tell he's embarrassed about the mess. Adorable.

"I see we share the same taste in music. The clutter isn't a problem my place is worse." I laugh slightly.

"Sit down sit down sorry I need to change out of my work clothes. Make yourself at uh...home." He nods and retreats to the bedroom. The thought of him changing mere yards from me send a strange feeling through my body. I don't even know him very well, why am I thinking about this?

I quietly walk across the room and take off my jacket before sitting on the couch. I sit like I'm going to a friends house for the first time, which I suppose I am. Instead of laying comfortably I sit with my knees together and my hands resting between them, cupping each other.

There's two windows in the room, they lead into a fire escape with a couple small chairs sitting upon it. Both were completely covered in snow due to the strange winter storm that seems to be passing through.

Brendon walks out of the hall a few minutes later wearing a large white sweater that covers his hands with holes in each sleeve for his thumb to poke through.

"H-Hi." I manage to stammer out. He's wearing glasses, I didn't know he needed them. The outfit leaves me nearly speechless.

"Hi." He says back, turning slightly pink as he says so. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"OhnoI'mfinethankyou." I rush out, turning away from him. This whole situation makes me want to scream into a pillow and - what's the word? - obsess over this like a teenage girl. Why is an almost complete stranger inviting me into his home and making me feel like a need to punch something to feel manly again?

He laughs slightly, making me jump. "Oh my god you're 50 Shades of Pink!" He giggles so hard he almost snorts, making my blush deepen. Damn you, face.

"You're adorable. I'm making hot cocoa." He says after a minute of laughing. I'm what?

I say nothing as he laughs his little butt into the kitchen.