Love Makes Me

Love Makes Me Chapter 5

Melody

Hunter walked in and sat down at the bar. Unfortunately Kyle was stuck taking a family with four kids order and he had sat down in my section so I would have to talk to him.

“What can I get you?” I asked politely.

“This starts to look like fate, we meeting here once again.” He answered as he shot me another smile. I sighed.

“But me not calling you wasn’t fate? Geez you need to learn to take a hint.” I said. Forget about being polite this guy’s pathetic pick up lines just kept getting worse and I had really had enough of him.

“I’ll just have some black coffee.” He said ignoring my comment.

Without answering I poured at cup and slammed it on the counter in front of him.

“Good service here, I really see why they hired you.” He said still with that annoying smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry, enjoy your coffee sir.” I said sarcasticly with a fake smile.

God he got on my nerves, just looking at him made it boil inside me. Who did he think he was sitting there shooting me smiles pretending that he had no clue that I couldn’t stand him?

                      Kyle who final had finished the family’s complicated order laughed when I told about Hunter. Even though he thought I was being ridiculous, I probably was, he agreed to swap the family with all the kids for him and I gladly accepted. Hunter didn’t stay too long and neither did the family so we started to close up and by 9.15 we were done.

“ What are you doing now?” Kyle asked me on the way out.

“Nothing, I’m probably just gonna head back to the hotel”

“Why don’t you come with me and my friends to the Bluebird? You haven’t been there yet, have you?” He held up the door for me. I hesitated; going out with a bunch of high school kids wasn’t exactly my idea of a fun night.

“I know what you’re thinking, why would I want to hang out with a bunch of kids, well for your information I’m 17, which makes me what? Three years younger than you? And honestly you don’t have any other friends here s you might as well come with us.” He blurted out. His honesty shocked me, and he was right, I could really need some friends, even if they were high school students.

“You know what, you’re right.” I said with a smile. I would probably have more fun with Kyle and his friends than I would have if I went back to my hotel to dwell in self-pity. A speeding dark blue truck pulled up outside the diner and a boy about Kyle’s age with fire red hair and a face covered in freckles leaned out the car window and screamed “I’ve already called shotgun so you can forget about that Kyle!”

“This is Melody, she’s new in town and she’s the one riding shotgun tonight.” Kyle answered the redhead. I didn’t really care about where in the truck was sitting but when the two boys realized I was coming with them they all insisted on me taking the best seat. The redhead’s name was Ted and he reminded me of a puppy with his long legs and arms that he couldn’t quite control. The driver was calmer and had dark half long hair that he flicked out of his eyes every now and then, his name was George and I later learned that he was Kyle’s cousin.

                      The boys laughed and picked on each other during the whole car ride and when we arrived at the Bluebird Café I was in a just as good mood as them. We sat down at one of the round tables and all three of them tried to order beer but the waiter wanted ID, obviously, Ted didn’t exactly look old for his age. I wasn’t in the mood for drinking and only ordered an Arizona Iced Tea. Two songwriters had already performed since we had arrived when the third one got up on stage I sighed. He wore the same annoying smile he had had on his lips earlier today at the diner and ran his finger through his hair in an unnatural way.

“It has been quite some time since I last played the Bluebird.” he admitted up on stage.  “I was hoping that I would have some new songs for ya’ll tonight, but I don’t. Instead I figured I’d play some old ones, this first one I wrote back in high school, it’s called Undefined.” He started strumming his guitar and began to sing. I had to admit that he had a great voice; it was soft and hit all the notes and that southern accent fit the song amazingly. I turned around and started a conversation about cars with George; luckily George knew tons about cars and could talk through all of Hunter’s songs.

                      I was relieved when Hunter left the stage; I had always had a thing for guys singing and playing guitar but I was completely sober and wasn’t about to make any mistakes tonight. I was having a really nice time with Kyle, Ted and George so I wasn’t going to let anything ruin that.