I was at the diner in my typical outfit a pair of jeans and a shirt. Today I wore a blue shirt with hot pink pants and sneaker heels. (link in comment box) .The outfit wasn't to out there but it wasn't so plain either. Today I had to take two places, cashier and waitress. It's not fun at all either, people think it seems fun but it sure as hell isn't. I had an apron wrapped around my waist with my little check list to take orders and I had my hair in a braid to keep it out of my face, It looked kinda cute. At the moment I was working at the cash register.
There he stood. The one who took my first kiss, the one I gave my first kiss to, the one I shared my first kiss with, the one I couldn't keep off my mind. His hair was a bit messy from the wind, his eyes were a icy blue and his look still shouted troubled, and dark. But why? He seemed so sweet, he frightens me but still he seems sweet. He's made mistakes with sleeping around, so he's a bit of a man-whore but he seems to be regretting it, or are my eyes to blind by his icy troubled ones to see the truth.
"Hello how may I help you today?" I ask him, not looking. Pretending I didn't see him, he obviously hadn't seen me looking at him.
"Um...just a vanilla shake" He says
"In this kind of weather?" I ask shocked
"Yeah, I know I'm just a bit weird" He says with a chuckle
I've never seen him like this, he seemed so easy, so delightful, cheerful. Nothing like he was around me.
"Alright well one vanilla shake coming up" I say and walk off to make him his shake
He didn't recognize me. Not one bit. I sound like me don't I, I speak the same, I giggle the same, I look the same, I dress the same, I should be the same. Why do I care so much? He scares me, shouldn't he? Were my friends right, did I like him. Do I like him? I finished making his shake and realized I forgot to ask him something.
"Crap, I'm sorry do you want it for to go or for here?" I ask him
"To go, thank you" He said sweetly
I walked back and poured the shake into a styrafoam cup and place a lid on it and put a straw on the top. He walked up to where I was at the register and that's when I think he finally noticed me.
"The total is two dollars and thirty-five cents" I say as I hand him the shake, he hands me the money
"Oh yeah by the way, I'm gonna pick you up around seven. We are going to a club so wear something sexy" He whispers into my ear as he was about to leave
"Okay." I manage to say after recovering from what him whispering in my ear had done to to me. I saw him leaving but I had to know something about the kisses from yesterday.
"Hey Niall, wait!" I shout as he the door is about to close. He walked in while drinking his shake, his face flashing me a look of confusion.
"Um if you want to er uh wait five minutes, I'm off and on my way home. We could take a walk or something maybe?" I ask
His facial expression was adorable, was he smiling? He seemed to be happy that I asked. Probably because this was the first time I was asking him somewhere. I-I just need to know why he kissed me.
"Sure" Niall said, he didn't sound like he did earlier. More like he did when we first met, frightening, troubled, dark and mysterious.
He sat down at a two person seat in the back, just drinking his shake. He minded his own business, that was until right now when a couple of girls came in and sat with him. Pulling chairs up to his table and flirting with him, he seemed to love it. I bet he loved seeing me like this. I was pissed, I wanted to tell those girls he's mine not yours. Keep your damn hands to yourself and off of him, but there was one problem. He wasn't mine.
