Chapter Sixteen: Donuts
The way Beatrice saw things wasn't the same as what normal people would see through their views. Beatrice, unlike many, saw the goods in the days rather than depending on the weather to let her know easily. So, when the heat was striking heavily on her back, she still kept her smile as she walked beside Hayes. Of course, there was still a small portion of her heart that sent so much envy towards the boy for making her wear black clothes in this degree weather, but it was Hayes and he did things to make her heart skip beats while simultaneously making her stomach do front flips.
She toyed with her purple braids, "where are we walking to, Grier?" The two walked side by side, swinging their hands beside each other (although both did want to hold hands, but no body wanted to make he first move) as he hid under his black sunglasses and wore a black sweatshirt as a costume for safety. From Beatrice's eyes, it looked like he'd pass out from the heat any minute, but this is the life he chose so he has to face the consequences.
Well, being famous wasn't a bad thing, if you look from the famous person's point of view. Obviously, Beatrice was having a hard time getting the fact that her friend is famous through her head, but she's also coping with knowing Hayes has plenty of supporters when he needs them. At least Hayes wasn't a cocky celebrity; God knows the world doesn't need anymore of those. So, it's wrong to say he's facing consequences; he's just living his life the way it's listed.
Hayes slid his hands through his silky hair, covering it back up with his hood when he got the chance. "Just to dinner, but we have a big day planned ahead. Actually, this whole weekend is going to be full."
His phone beeped in his pocket, both of them had obviously heard it, but Hayes simply kept walking without even looking at his screen.
"Are you gonna get that?" She asked. Her eyes cautiously looked at the pocketed phone, a hint of worry and curiosity making it hard to refrain from looking at the phone herself.
Hayes shrugged, "probably not."
"What if it was important?"
"Than the person would've called instead of texted."
She slid her hands down her face in confusion, "you make no sense."
He simply smirked, "so I've been told."
A giggle escaped her mouth, "are we almost there yet?" The distance they have walked already was pretty short, but her lack of patience was starting to convince her that the feet she had been traveling on we're about ready to fall off.
"Just around the corner. Please don't expect some big, fancy restaurant. I'm only going for the donuts."
"I'm only going because you want me to. Hayes, I'm not using you for the fame- didn't you see how weirded out I was when I found out you were famous in the first place?"
Hayes held a single finger up to his lips, looking around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation. Hopefully, they were clear.
"Keep it down, Bea. I don't wanna be mobbed right now. It's too early," he groaned.
Beatrice only rolled her eyes, "it's about eight, actually."
He let a sly smile pass his lips as he turned urgently and held the door open for Beatrice to walk through.
Hayes was right; the restaurant wasn't some big five-star luxury like the hotel. It was a plain, simple donut shop on the corner of Los Angeles that somehow brought a whiff of home with her.
No, the home she had sensed was not the home she grew up in. No, far from that.
The small donut shop brought a luxury of home from her small apartment home she shared with Lilian. The smell of vanilla, the tiny space, the welcoming appeal. It was just like she hadn't left.
Beatrice inhaled the scent of the dough. It was sweet, welcoming, and almost hers when she's ready to order. "Smells great," she told Hayes in a whisper.
He nodded in agreement, "it tastes as good as it smells."
Hayes took her hand in his and led her to the counter. Beatrice was glad there was a fan in here.
Before Beatrice could count it, they were sitting at a small booth with rainbow sprinkles, chocolate covered donuts. Hayes wasn't fibbing, it really did taste as good as it smelled.
