Could life get any messier?

Chapter 3

I had been at this for three days now, I was now pacing to and fro in my living room thinking of what to say to the diner boy. In these three days I missed the coffee too much, but I couldn't just walk there like nothing had ever happened. If I merely just apologized he would think of me as a mentally unstable person. While I was still at it and muttering to myself, the door slams open and I almost jump out of my skin. There they were, looked like two snakes were entangled, soon realization hit me, it was Althea and Josh again, sloppy kissing each other. How I wish I had never seen that. Ugghhhh

"Dear God, horny creatures", I said to myself, "Get yourselves a room nimrods", I yelled making sure they heard me. Nothing seemed to bother them, it was as if I was invisible. They carried on their nonsense and made their way to the bedroom, hitting the coffee table once, banging the wall and finally making it through the right door.

What did people like them eat for breakfast to make them so drastically horny, Viagra?. I couldn't help but think. Barely five minutes in and I could hear Al moan for her life. Jesus Lord!!!!....

As soon as that happened, my brain stopped to function and I could hear nothing other than Al moaning and Josh panting. I think I was traumatized for life. I picked my bag and phone and moved out of the house as fast as I could. I looked down at the watch and it was 6.00 p.m. Where does one go at 6 p.m.???. I couldn't go clubbing, since Al was the only one I went to when it came to clubs. It's not like I didn't have friends, I feared waking up with one in bed next morning.

I just kept walking and 20 minutes later I found myself standing outside some coffee shop and my taste buds longed nothing for coffee, but coffee from the diner. I stood there for a while thinking whether to buy myself a coffee or walk for another 10 minutes and buy myself a cup of coffee from the diner. Deciding stuff really confused me a lot, so I decided to close my eyes and go for the first thing that came to my mind, I smiled because I knew what my heart wanted. I turned to the direction of the diner and opened my eyes happily and what happened next was so not happy. I got knocked over by a guy on his bicycle. Really??? Does all the bad stuff have to happen to me.

I closed my eyes again, tight shut, I could feel my body float and I kept muttering, "No no no no no no......not again no....". A minute in and I was wondering why I didn't feel any pain in my head or my behind because technically that's what happens when you generally get knocked over.

I open my eyes and what do I see, I was in the arms of an angelic face smiling at me, and I could see the light. The L-I-G-H-T , what the hell??? was I really dead, wait what, no..!!!.. I was only 20, I had so much more to do, places I had to go...!!!

I kept saying, "No, I don't want to die God not yet, I'm only 20, please please let me live". The face I saw almost burst out laughing, "Are you alright Miss, you aren't dead". Those words rang in my ears 'aren't dead', I guess that's when I came back to my senses. Holy mother of all universe, this angel was handsome, his grip around my waist was so firm and mmmm my dear sweet lord, that musky cologne, he smelled so heavenly. Let's not even start about his eyes, they were like perfectly carved amber marbles, I could get lost in them all my life. His smile shone as bright as heaven.

The voice continued, "that light is the street light shining bright in your eyes, now if you may, let me help you up, you are definitely heavy for a person who looks so thin."

Hell what did I just hear..!!!!

The nerves that man had, to say that to me. He helped me back on my feet, and just then realization dawned on me, my eyes almost popped out of my sockets and I yelled, "Diner Boy..!!!!"

It took me a while to recognize him, without the apron and the cap, he did look handsome now that I took the time to look at him from head to toe.

He covered my mouth with his palm and said, "Miss, will you stop calling me that?? My name is Christiano , you can call me Chris"

Gosh!! his reflexes were good for a guy who worked at a diner.

"Why should I call you Chris, it's not like you're my friend", I said, which is when I realized I was being an idiot to him again and that I actually intended to apologize in the first place. So I took a breath and continued to speak, "I'm really sorry about the other day, at the diner" , putting my hand forward to shake his hand, I continued, "My name is Sammy." I think I blushed there a little, I mean off course I did, why wouldn't I, the guy was gorgeous.

"I will accept your apology only on one condition though" he said.

"And what would that be?" I was real quick in responding, "Take me to dinner, place and cuisine of your choice" he smirked. Damn he looked devilishly handsome when he did that.

"Don't you think you're pushing it?" I said, "Well, what's the harm in trying?" he replied.

Since I wanted to get this over with I said, "Done!". He seemed surprised though when I agreed.

"I'll let you know the time and place tomorrow when I come for my coffee" I said and rushed home to get rid of him for the day