What's a Lovejoy?

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Chapter 3. If your for certain

Swearing present.

9:59am. I intensely watch my digitalized clock on my bed side table while sprawled out on my mattress. Cougar was neatly tucked in a circular bundle beside my shoulder. I had woken up before my alarm, so of course the only rational thing I could think of doing was staring at the green digital numbers until they flickered to O'clock.

10:00am. 

I yawn at the change of hour. Flicking the off switch to the alarm, I gaze towards the other corner of the room. Sliding my stiff legs over the side of the bed suddenly startled the feline deep in slumber on my sheets. He leaps up with surprise and launches himself off the bed in a hurry. I giggle with softened eyes to see him trailing back into the bedroom staring at me with desperation. I shake my head and slowly push myself off my bed and head to the laundry. I quickly scoop him a small bowl's worth of food and leave while he scurries up on the laundry bench for his favorite brown pellets. I will never understand fully why he loves those so much, but he's a cat and that's all I know.

I quickly pop my head back into my bedroom to glance at the time. 

10:01am. 

It had only been a singular minute. I mentally groan as I make my way to the small lounge room I owned. Circling around my small grey modern couch I gaze at the arrayed clothes I had yet to put away. One of the bonuses of having no visitation was the fact I could be uncoordinated and no one but myself would care. My eyes scan over my folded clothes on the couch. As my gaze eliminated options I began to grow a sense on what I would wear. 

Finally I end up picking out a pair of pale denim jeans with slight rips in them, a darkish t-shirt with an intentionally messy print of an eagle and a dark grey flannel with lighter grey shades crossing patterns. My kind of fit. I smile as I take them into my room to get changed.

Once done, I pick out a small crystal necklace to match the occasion. I wasn't a huge conspiracy gem person, I just like the way they look with outfits in a necklace so I own a few. Once socks and my nice-ish looking shoes were on, I stood in sight of the full length mirror leaning against my wall just outside my room. I do a small twirl and I'm satisficed with my casual and cozy fit. I take one last look at the time before I am leaving. 

10:34am.

Right. I grab my essential items and stuff them into my pockets and leave in a hurry as if I was just about to leave for an important function. I exit the units block and begin to travel my way down the road towards where Wil told me to meet him. Yes it's early, but better early than late I say. I quickly grab out my earplugs and plug them into each ear before plugging the cord with ease into the phone. I quickly flick through a few apps before landing on Spotify. I press shuffle on my favourite playlist, Unfinished Symphony and the first song that pops up would be Moving to New York by The Wombats.

As I dodge the crowd, I began to think to myself. What will actually happen today. I won't go into too much detail on what I did think along the way but it was very mixed emotions and all. (Keep your minds out of the gutter :) ) This was enough to get me through the crowd and two shops down from the Café he told me about. I take a deep breath in as I finally stop in front of the café. Anxious began to worm its way though my body as I go to swing the door open. As I reached the door handle it had opened automatically. I yelp with surprise as it swings open slowly mechanically. What café has automatic doors. In that exact moment I begin to hear small giggles come from the corner of the shop. I jolt my head to see a familiar face not staring at me, but laughing at my foolishness. I brush the annoyance present in my face and slowly walk over to him. Here goes nothing-

"Hello" He clears his throat and gestures me to sit down parallel to him. I hesitate before slipping into the wooden chair. It creaks as I sit but I ignore it.

"Hi" Is the only polite gesture I can recall at this moment. He smiled. 

"It's early, I thought you wouldn't arrive a whole hour earlier" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Same goes for you too. I wanted to get out of my house as soon as I could-"

"Same" He abruptly interrupts my sentence but I only smile. A thick silence fell over us like morning fog. We both looked to the tiled floor. Why was it so hard to keep a conversation going-

"I didn't order because I didn't know what you wanted." He clears his throat again to fill the overwhelming silence. I smile and shake my head.

"You don't need to get me anything" I blurt out, stressing my words.

"Nonsense "

"But-"

"But nothing. Think of it as my first impression. How'd I do?" He squints his eyes as he smiled cockily.

"Hold it- It's only been 5 minutes. Let me judge that when we finish, mister" I dryly chuckle. He giggles at my statement. It was such a warm sort of giggle too. I liked it.

"So-" He interrupts my thoughts, making direct eye contact with me with his chocolate coated eyes. "Do you have any areas of interest or a particular job or occupation?" Ah yes, great question. How the f*ck do I answer that one.

"Uh well, I work Saturday shifts at a local café a few blocks from here. Which is fair enough pay for me and I'm a commissioner." He gazes at me through confused eyes.

"A commissioner?"

"Oh uh, It's basically when someone pays you to do art for them" I say, fiddling with my hands on the table.

"That sounds fun" He smiles warmly.

"You could say that, How about your occupation?" As soon as I shot this question he seemed mentally challenged on how to word his answer.

"I'm mainly a musician by day and by night I'm a party animal" He held his hand over his chest dramatically. This was enough to earn a full hearted laugh from myself. 

"Doesn't sound believable to me at all." I say, smirking. His face drops slightly, before sighing dramatically.

"You caught me, but I am a musician though. I can promise you that's no lie" He over assured me. A musician. 

"What's that like?" I inquisitively answer.

"Oh wow, No one's really asked me that one before. Uh well, It's really enjoyable. I'm working on band music with my band I just newly assembled like over the last couple of months." 

"That seems so cool!" I exclaim. I was a sucker for music. Good music at that. His face lit up at my response. 

"Really? It's that cool?" He asks me, arms rested on the table. 

"Why wouldn't it?" I say enthusiastically. Watching his face was priceless. He seemed more overjoyed than I was.

"If you think its that cool I have an offer for you, Well more like an invitation." He clears his throat again, smiling. 

"Shoot it at me" I say quickly.

"Why don't you come down to our band practice this evening?"

Well, leaving you there at this moment. I'm sorry I have so much school work and tests overwhelming me and I wanted to get this chapter done before my maths test in 4 days :.)

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Rex the Beloved :P