vikks pov
i enter the coffee shop on a cold winter morning.
i walk over to the barista and ask for just a caramel cold brew.
"you should try a black americano next time" he comments to me
i ignore the unwanted comment and tell him my name for the order
i walk to the end of the bar to wait in line
buzz buzz
i pull my phone out to see a text from simon
Simon
hey lover, almost home:)
i smile at the text and put my phone away.
"Vikk?"
i walk up and take my coffee, thanking the barista for the drink.
i hurry to my car to get home to see simon as soon as i could
-time skip-
two months later
another long day.
Simon and i fought last night.
it was over something stupid. so pointless that it shouldn't have happened
but it did
and it keeps happening
but i think we fix this, i love him enough to try harder
i walk into the coffee shop again, walking up to the counter
"hey! you want a caramel cold brew right?"
i look up, recognizing the face in front of me.
"yes please, you remembered"
we lock eyes and he smiles to me.
" will be right up, Vikk" he says and walks away
i walk to the end of the line and wait again
buzz buzz
Simon
heyys, imy, come over?
i sigh.
what could be worse than going, maybe it'll help.
i grab my coffee when my name was called and walked out.
i nearly threw the cup to my car, speeding to his apartment and going inside.
the smell of alcohol filled my nose faster than i could breathe.
what the fuck.
i see empty bottles all over and a few different kinds of beer cans on the floor.
"Simon?" i call out
i hear clashing from the other room, footsteps coming closer.
"heyyy baby!" he slurs at me.
i don't wanna see the ending of this night.
-time skip-
the next day
i wake up out of a half dazed sleep
my eyes felt heavy and i felt as if the whole world was spinning as fast as possible
before i knew it, i was throwing up in the bathroom
god what happened
i walk slowly around the apartment, noticing the growing amount of bottles and cans all over, almost like a frat party.
simon was nowhere to be found
it is his apartment, not mine
i call him a few times, he didn't pick up and the last call went straight to voicemail.
i go to clean up the mess and see a note on the fridge is very messy red crayon.
'went 2 friends house, be back in a few days
-simon'
i sigh.
he does this so often. just disappears
i rub my eyes and grab my keys, locking the door and heading out of the building.
i drive myself to the coffee shop and go inside
"could i get a caramel c-"
"caramel cold brew? you sure can."
i look up and smile at the all so familiar barista.
"thank you..." i squint to look for a name tag, but with no luck i can't see one
"lachlan"
i smile at him for noticing, "lachlan" i say.
"you up to anything today, vikk?" he asks me, pouring my shots
"no, nothing planned" i reply, to which he just nods
he walks off and i go to the end of the line once again
this time took longer than usual, i don't mind the wait though
"for vikk"
i walk up and much to my surprise i get handed two drinks
"i only ordered one"
i said to him, looking up.
"my shift ends in two minutes, go sit at a booth."
i stare at him for a moment and realize he is in fact serious.
i take both the coffees and go to a booth, leaving the coffee he had on the other side
a few minutes pass by and customers come and go
finally the tall blonde walks over to me
he's wearing a normal blue tshirt with just plain jeans, not his work uniform.
"is this seat taken?" he jokingly asks me
i laugh and reply, "i believe it's being saved for some barista. not too sure where he is though"
i playfully squint around and look past him
he shakes his head and sits down, slipping his visor on for a moment
"there he is!" i celebrate
he laughs at me and takes it off
"you're funny" he says, taking a sip of his coffee
"black americano?" i ask him, he reply's with a hesitation of a nod and tilts his head slightly towards me
"oh come on. you remember my order but it's off setting that i know yours?" i say to him, rolling my eyes
"well you clearly didn't like the sound of it that day" he says to me, shaking around his cup
i look down at his coffee and take it from him, taking a large sip while keeping eye contact
he looked shocked that i just went and did that, and honestly i was too
that was when i knew i fucked up
this coffee was so gross i wanted to spit it out
he looked so happy though
he looked like i had just given him a present on christmas.
so i went and swallowed the coffee, smiling and telling him it was really good.
we finish up our coffees and talk about what we're up to with schooling and such.
i look at my phone to see 5 missed calls from simon
i almost froze when i saw that he had been trying to contact me for an hour
"i am sorry to cut this short but it's just i have to go, my boyfriend-"
"your boyfriend?" he cuts me off
i look at him, silent
we lock eyes.
it was quiet
deafening almost
"i have to go." i get up and leave, throwing my garbage out on the way to the door
-time skip-
three days later
"would you just calm down!" he screams at me
"how the fuck do you fucking expect me to calm down?! are you so fucking stupid that you think telling me to fucking relax is SMART" i yell at him.
"you are so fucking dramatic!" he says back
i glare at him. the disrespect he just gave me.
"you cheated on me! with HER!" i scream, voice cracking at the end.
tears start to form in my eyes, pouring down my cheeks
"it was one time! only once!!" he counters back, as if that would make things better
"it should have been ZERO! not once! i can't believe you!" i storm off out of the apartment.
my heart felt smashed into piece all over the floor.
the man i loved unapologetically
the man i wanted to get married too
he just went and cheated on me.
was i not good enough?
-time skip-
two weeks later
it's been a few weeks, my bed has become my best friend and my pillow has become my shoulder to cry on
i have barely left my house, let alone my room
all my friends are worried
they want me to go out with them
they want me to have fun and enjoy my life
but i feel so terrible
i needed fresh air though. i needed to go for a drive
i head out of my apartment, grabbing my keys and locking the door behind me
my car is warm in this cold winter, the snow plastered the body of my car and windows.
the coffee shop is just up the street.
i see the sign for it
i hop out of my car and walk inside, to the counter
"hi can i have a caramel cold brew" i say, pulling my card out
"vikk? is that you?" lachlan says to me
i lift my head, my hoodie covering most of my face, "in the flesh" i spread my arms, allowing them to fall to my sides a second later
he looked a little taken back by me, by my appearance.
crying for weeks on end and hardly getting sun does that to a person.
"i'll get that started for you" he says, walking away
i walk to the line, keeping my head down. my phone buzzes in my pocket a few times, but i don't pick it up.
i let it ring
"vikk" he called my name, i walked up to the counter, and went to grab my drink, but he grabs my hand instead
im forced to look up at him and he looks left and right quickly
"text me, you look like you need someone" he says in a whisper, handing me a paper with his number on it
i look down at the paper and before i could say anything to him, he had already moved onto another customers order.
i walk away, adding his number as a contact in my phone
