A "USE TO BE" Love (sequel to my suppose to be life)2014 - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 15: The Heart pt. 1

KIERA P.O.V

I texted Jacob and asked him to meet me at Starbucks. He said yes so I'm getting ready. I put on some short overalls with a black T-shirt underneath. I added some black converses, a black RETRO beanie, black lipstick, some gold hoop earrings and a gold chain.

I left in my jeep and the song of today was FuckyourethnicitybyKendrick Lamar. This song is old too but I love it. I like slow, real music. Its better for your soul than all that other bullshit.

Once I arrived at Starbucks a smile crept up on my face as I saw Jacob through the glass. I went in and joined him at a table.

"Heyyy" he said as he hugged me

"Hi" I said, hugging him back

We sat down and he turned his phone completely off. It sparked my attention because I've never seen anyone do that just to listen to what I have to say.

"Why'd you turn your phone off?" I said after clearing my throat

"I wanna listen to you. That is what you right?" He said with his eyebrows raised

"Umm..yea, yea of course"

"Why so nervous?" He chuckled

"I dunno" I told him

"Don't be nervous" he said as a side smile appeared on his face.

"..A-Alright well, I just wanted to talk about my clothing line thing. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a producer and I have a clothing line. Outsiderz Ink"

"Do you think you could help me?" I asked in a low tone

"Definitely! What are you thinking?"

"Well I actually didn't bring and of my things with me. I was thinking too much while I was on my way out" I said

"From what I'm hearing, you're always thinking. What are you thinking? Tell me" he said as he leaned forward on the table.

"Well..what it would be like if I did find love, and we built a family and our house would be somewhere out on an island, and I'd be a designer and he'd-be-a..producer.." I said, letting my voice get lower towards the end of my sentence. I realized that Jacob was the one I was thinking about building a family with. But I just met him. I can't be desperate for love. I'm not..am I?

"Well, if you're on an island, whose music would he produce?" He chuckled

"He'd work with all the Hawaiians and the foreigners on the island who want to be stars" I said with a giggled

"I like the way you think Ki..I really do. Ya know, I was thinking about moving to an island too. And she and would have kids on he island..and eat fruit for breakfast. Beautiful shit. I just haven't found my Mrs. Perfect yet. So my daydreams are kinda on hold" he said as he rubbed the back of his neck

"Yea, I know what you mean. But hey its all good. You can just chill with me until then" I told him

"That's a wonderful idea kiera" he said as an illuminated smile appeared on his lips.

I blushed. I've been needing a friend. Now I have one, a real one. I ,at sound like a little kid but I'm just a little lonely sometimes. I need a shoulder to cry on just like everybody else.

"Hey, have you ever thought about being a model?"

"Me? Why would I?" I asked with my eyebrows raised

"You're beautiful!" He shouted, on accident.

Everybody was looking at us. I was wondering if they were looking for the "beautiful" girl, or if they were just looking because he yelled.