Should I Stay? Or Should I Go?

Chapter Three: Café

*The Next Day/Morning*

I woke up around 7:00 and realized that I had to get ready to meet Ashley. I jump out of bed and ran into my bathroom. I hopped into the shower only to get back out and go get my shampoo and conditioner from my duffle bag. I got back in the shower and finished up. Getting out, I walked into my room and grabbed my other duffle bag that has all my clothes in it. Damn should have waited to pack my bags...

I pick out a BVB shirt, a pair of black ripped skinnies, old black converse, and some band bracelets to cover my scars. I walked back into the bathroom with my comb and dried my hair the rest of the way. I comb my hair into place and put on a black beanie, a clean black nose ring, and clean black snakebites. Yes I like to match the same color for everything. Throwing on a little bit of eyeliner, I was ready to go.

I grabbed my phone off of my radio and my wallet, putting those into my pocket. I walked downstairs to just check and make sure dad wasn't here. When I knew it was clear, I walked out of the house and stared to walk to the Café.

--------------20 minutes later----------------

I walked into Espresso Café and looked around for Ashley. I didn't see him so I went and sat at my usual table. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was only 7:20. I pulled out my phone and checked my stuff. Betty came over and "French Vanilla Cappuccino Sugar?" I look up from my phone. "Yes please" "Comin right up!" With that she walked away to make my coffee. I looked back down at my phone and checked the time. 7:30. He should be here soon.

I put my phone away and looked out the window. Betty came over and set my coffee in front of me. "Waiting for someone?" I jumped and looked at her. "Huh? Oh um yeah...he should be here soon..." "Ohh it's a he?? Hehe, well have fun then sugar, call for me if ya need me!" I shook my head and chuckled. Only Betty supported me being gay and I loved her for it. She was like my grandma and I was like her grandson. We were really good friends so I knew I could trust her with anything.

I looked out the window just in time to see Ashley ever so sexy and slowly get out of a car. He walked into the store and looked around. I turned and raised my hand in a "over here" motion. He saw me and walked over. Damn did he look good! He was wearing a black ripped tank top, black leather jacket, black skinnies, and black studded combat boots. Yummy!

He got over to me and said "Are you Max Johnson?" I looked up at him and tried not to fall over. "Y-yes, are you Ashley Purdy?" God are you stupid!?!? Of course he is! Grr! He chuckles. "The one and only" I blush and look down. "Could I sit here?" I look up and see he's pointing at the chair across form me. "Of course! Sorry I figured you would just sit" "It's fine, don't stress it" He sits down and look at me.

I fidget in my set, uncomfortable. I look around and see Betty. Thank god! "BETTY!" She turns and sees me waving her over. She comes over to our table and says "watcha need sugar?" "Well it's not me. I thought maybe Ashley wanted some of your famous coffee." She giggles and blushes. "So what could I get for ya?" She looks at Ashley. "Um, A French Vanilla Cappuccino if you have it?" "Of course I have it! Max over here gets it almost everyday!"

I blush and shake my head. "I'll go make ur coffee Hun" With that Betty walks away. "So here's that ticket I told you about" He pulls it out of his pocket and lays it on the table. I reach up and grab it. Wow a real ticket to BVB, I can't believe this. Wait does that say VIP on to top!? "Erm Ashley? Does that say VIP on the ticket?" He looks and shakes his head. "Yeah, I got you VIP so you can come, backstage before and after the show"

Yup I'm definitely gonna have a heart attack...