Vibes

Part Three

I look up to see that cutie standing tall in front of me.

"I'm Nate, and I'm also a hundred percent sure that your name isn't wimp," he says in a husky voice. I could almost feel myself turning red, just from the way he introduced himself.

"No, haha, my name's Arabella," I say all fan girl like. All of a sudden this girly, shy and intimidated person came out of me. I'm normally never like this when I talk to a guy, but then again any of the guys I've ever talked to were nothing compared to Nate.

"Well Arabella, I know this is random but what do you think about getting a drink with me?" He asked ever so politely. Immediately, I looked down and began to blush then realize I'm not even of age to go out and do that legally yet. Fuck.

"I'd like to but..." I start to look around and then end up looking back down at my feet.

"But...?" He questions.

"I'm not sure how old you think I might be, but I literally just turned 18 today.." I say while I feel myself turning red for sure this time.

"Oh, haha, well that's cool I'm only 19." He responds while he starts to point at the sun and then the sky, "Besides, it's barely noon."

I laugh, "Well, yeah I could go for some coffee."

He started to smile, showing off those dimples yet once again, "Cool, I know this place down the street."

We both leave the spot we met in, and begin to walk off to this neat little cafe, at first we walk in a bit of an awkward silence. Then I go ahead and say something that I didn't think twice about, "I think a bit of caffeine will do me some good, that pain drained me," immediately, it hit how stupid it must've sounded after it came out of my mouth. But to my surprise I looked up at Nate and he was giggling again.

"You're pretty funny, know that?" He asks.

Immediately I try to blow it off like I meant to say all the stupid things that I had said since we met eyes. Within a couple of minutes, we're sitting at this little table on this patio out front of this cafe. I finish stirring some cream and sugar into my coffee, and then look up across the small table to meet eyes with Nate who was already looking my way.

"You enjoy watching girls mix cream and sugar into coffee? Is that your weird fetish?" I say confidently.

"What're you talking about?" He asks, now looking confused.

"You're cute, nice, and come up to me and ask me if I want to get some coffee with you, despite all the stupid shit you've seen me do and heard me say. There's got to be something wrong with you or some sort of weird fetish you have?" I respond.

"You're hella cute, and judging by how openly you displayed your pain, I thought you'd be pretty laid back too, so I thought I'd try my luck," he looks down.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or anything..." I quickly add.

"Me? Offended? Never," he quickly adjusts his posture and resumes smiling.

"What the hell? You looked so sad there as if I seriously offended you!" I exclaim.

"Puppy eyes girl, they work like magic every time." He smiles, and then tries the puppy eyes, only to end up smiling again.

"Holy crap...I wish I had some magical ability that worked half as good as that does," I compliment.

"I think you do," he quickly adds.

"What would that be?" I say confidently, waiting for the stuttering followed by some stupid made up answer.

"Your ability to comfortably be you, without caring about what anyone thinks" he answered.

"That's a pretty good answer, I suppose." I quickly shut my mouth, feeling so shocked at the fact that this adorable guy approached me thinking that I was some awesome girl who was comfortable with herself. But fast, my thoughts were interrupted as he placed his hand over mine on the table.

I looked up at him to see what he was doing, and he quickly looked away as if this was casual and we had known each other forever. After taking in the surroundings, he looked at me, hand still over mine, and resumed talking about life and we ended up this way for hours. My phone starts ringing and my gaze, as well as train of thought, are both broken. I remove my hand from under Nate's and reach for my phone, it was my friend, Malia.

"Sorry, I just got to take this, real quick okay?" I get up from the table.

"Hey Malia, sorry I'm kind of busy it's actually really random, but I met this guy and I got the tattoo by the way it looks awesome," I started, and stopped when I realized I wasn't getting a response.

"Arabella, it's your mom, not Malia..."

"Shit," I mutter, and quickly turn around to look at Nate who was still at the table. He looked up at me really quick, with a puzzled look.

"I really hope this tattoo you've gotten here is an airbrush," she quickly adds. I could feel her look of disappointment through the phone.

"Hahaha, did I say tattoo? I meant that new cool lipstick I was telling you about last night, you know the one with tattoo like ingredients? Like it stays on for so long it could pass as a tattoo?" That was it, that was the best bullshit that I came up with under pressure? I'm screwed.

"Home. Now."

I hung up so quickly, and swung around.

"You don't look so good....what's wrong?" Nate asked.

"That was my mom, she doesn't know about the tattoo, or you, and I just blurted everything out, I got to go home!" I tried to stay calm but it was getting hard.

"Okay hold up, I'm going to grab your number alright?" He said still as sturdy and still as a rock.

"Okay, here," I wrote it down and placed it in front of him and just like that I was on my way home.