Reality

Coffee Shop Conversations

Mikaela

With the mascara wand in hand, I gently brush the makeup over my lashes a few times. Watching as my eyelashes seem to grow in length and darken in color, I feel my mood slowly lifting until a smile graces my bubble gum pink lips, thanks to my favorite lipstick.

I stand in the bathroom as the two girls I share a room with are still fast asleep. Aubrey lays on her stomach, hugging her pillow tightly, and Brooke is buried somewhere underneath the comforter. I can see her blonde hair messily strewn over the sheets, peeking out from under the bedspread.

I'm not sure how much they had to drink at the party last night, but seeing as it's already approaching ten in the morning, I think they had a lot. They don't look like they're going to move any time soon, and I don't want to disturb them.

Bless their hearts.

However, I am starving and have a deep need for an iced vanilla latte, which will only be satisfied if I make my way to Starbucks.

Moving as quietly as I can, I carefully step over the clothes and shoes scattered around our room and slip out the door.

From in my room, I couldn't hear a darn thing going on in the rest of the house. Some stranger could have been inside the house and playing mini golf, but I wouldn't hear a thing. So as I take a few steps towards the garage, I'm startled when I hear a bunch of pots and pans clinking together in the kitchen.

I quickly shuffle towards the kitchen doorway and peek my head inside, letting out a sigh of relief as I see it's only Louis.

"Hi!" I greet, scaring him half to death as he jumps up and drops the pan he's holding. "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"

I rush over to his side to make sure he's still breathing, but he continues to stare at me in surprise. His blue eyes are big and bright, looking as stunned as a deer in headlights.

"What?" I finally ask him, feeling confused? "Is there something on my face? In my teeth? Oh my god, is my makeup okay? Does my hair look alright? Do-"

"Stop!" He shakes his head and waves his hands all over the place, and I'm caught off guard by his actions. I take a step back, which is not the best move as an apologetic expression immediately takes over his features. "No! I didn't mean it that way! I was just trying to get you to stop talking because you were saying things that were irrelevant, and I was just startled by you because I didn't know anyone else was awake. And now I'm rambling. I'm going to stop."

He quickly shuts his mouth and stares at me, and suddenly it becomes really quiet. I'm not sure what it is with Louis, but things with him are ... weird.

He's actually a really cute guy. I'm sure my mother would approve of his physical appearance, and unfortunately that's all she cares about. One time, she set me up on a date with this guy that looked like he descended from heaven, but he couldn't hold a conversation about anything except cheese from Britain. Without a doubt, that was the worst date I've ever been on.

But Louis isn't one of those kinds of guys that my mother would select. She doesn't care about personality, and as weird as Louis can be, he's got a nice personality. He's just ... socially awkward, I guess.

"Okay," I drag out the word as I look around the kitchen. "Well, I was just about to go to Starbucks for breakfast. Would you like to come with me?"

"I'll go."

Both Louis and I turn to see where this third voice came from, and our eyes land on a disheveled Liam. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hands and adjusts the shorts that are riding dangerously low on his hips. Unsurprisingly, he's not wearing a shirt, which shouldn't be a complaint because I must admit that his body is really nice to look at.