Chocolate love

chapter 3

The next morning I woke up but I actually didn't . I was staring at the ceiling with a convincing thought to keep doing it all day ,but at the next moment I was standing on my feet and looking for something wearable in my messy closet. in the end I drew out a white tee and a pair of jeans ,starting to get ready to school.

yeah,it was weird to try and be normal again so soon but I knew im gonna go even more crazy if I was to stay home and pity myself. I didn't thought I deserved it , to just become nothing myself when my parents actually wanted so much for me. my mom always talked about me going to college and my dad wanted me to be a coach one day. he was a funny guy, never pressured me to be something I wasn't  and he wasn't the kind of dad to shout at me when I came late at night instead of doing my homework  or wanting to push the thoughts about my future as far as possible.

My dad decided he wanted to be a pet's doctor only when he was 27 and my mom didn't even work. my dad never wanted her too even when sometimes it was tough for him to take care of all the bills by himself.

So now I was on my way down the stairs , my aunt Rosie cooking breakfast and uncle jim was reading the newspaper. even now , when the pain was too fresh and it was impossible to try and hide it , they did their best  and I appreciated it.

"Good morning" I said as I grabbed the coffee maker and poured some into a blue ceramic cup- they Were both looking at me like I was talking Turkish or was a sleepwalker and..i couldn't blame them. I was surprised by how calm I was while I was actually supposed to spend the all day sleeping or pretending to try to in order not to go to school for next few ages , but I wasn't .

"Honey", aunt Rosie looked  at me with a worried expression all over her face , "how are you feeling? you seem..better then yesterday .." there was hope in her voice and I shrugged and started drinking my coffee . it tasted like sh## and I had to wash my mouth with soap to make the bitter flavor disappear.

"Ugh, what the heck did you put inside? sunscreen? are you worried my tongue will get sunburned on my way to school "? I was trying to melt the icy tension but now they seemed even more shocked .

"What? what is it? am I growing teeth from my eyelids or what? why are you looking at me like that"? I was getting tired of "the look" and I wanted to  rip these expressions out off their annoyingly pity looking faces. aunt Rosie was the first to talk even though I really wanted to know what jim have to say , he didn't say a word since the accident.

"Are you really going to school? don't you think that's a little bit too soon? I mean, its ok if you will want to take a break for a while till you feel better . me and your uncle think you should rest and gain your strength slowly without any unnecessary pressure. take your time love , no one is rushing you to anything . we understand and the school will too. please , we just want the best for our favorite nephew " her eyes filled with real worriedness that I really didn't want to see right now and I turned to make myself new -actual-coffee.

"Chen.."

"Just drop it ok?! im fine and I know what I am doing ! my parents never doubted me and you shouldn't either! I wanna go to school and that's what im going to do "! I was pouring hot water to the cup again but some dropped on my finger and I bit my tongue from letting out some really nasty words that were already ready on her tip.

"What dose somebody has to do to get some damn coffee over here"!? I didn't mean to shout and get so mad but apparently they took it better then the all "good mood" stuff and I snorted and tacked an apple in my backpack before leaving the house. I took the long way to school even though I could never start the day without my coffee. mom said I was addicted but who wasn't to tell the true..

I was about to take right toward the school but then I spotted a small coffee house. one with cute framed windows and  French light blue  doors that a bell was ringing every time they moved . the wall were brown like the color of dark chocolate and a chalks dark writing board was hanging in the front . today it said "ask for our special chocolate mocha cream "

"Sounds good for someone who's yet to have a darn coffee today.." I opened the French doors and went inside the most out-off-the -movies -coffee house . it was so warm compare to the freaking cold weather outside and it had soo many kinds of chocolate from all over the world standing proudly on the shelf. there were also lots of pictures on the wall that showed people enjoying chocolate since forever. black and white pictures and modern once. the place smelled like a mochccino truck had an accident here and the in walls were made out light brownish briks. it was the most coziest place on earth and for some reason i felt comfortable here. like my heart stopped pounding so fast and I could actually think. it was remarkable and when I thought this place couldn't get any better, I spotted her.