coffee shop | lrh au

0.4 | Hazel Grace and... that guy

What are you working on?" he asked pointing to my notebook.
"I write. Nothing serious, I haven't found any good ideas yet." I replied taking a sip of my latte.
"Really? None at all?"

I told him about the girl at the park. How she told me I should write about my own adventures. But so far, nothing. All I had was a blank page in my notebook.

"She was just so... interesting and mysterious. I'm nothing compared to her. I didn't know how she got there or where she was going, but she just had such an interesting..."
"character?"
"Yeah. It just seems everyone has such interesting characters and I'm just... nothing. I'm the character that sells coffee. It's so boring, I'm so fucking boring." I threw my hands up in fustration.

"You don't have to be. You know what always happens to a character in a film, or a book?" he asked leaning over the table slightly.
I shook my head. I couldn't think of anything.

"The main character always goes through a change. Something always changes. Sometimes the character changes something themselves, sometimes it just comes to them. Uhm... Hazel Grace, the fault in our stars, she didn't know she needed that change she had when she met that guy."
"Augustus Waters!" I practically screamed.
"Yes, him. You just need something to change, and your story will write itself. However, if you just wait for something to happen you, you might have to wait for a long time."

He was right. As much as I appreciated life, I needed something crazy to happen. I needed an unpredictable change.

"Help me out. How do I change?"
"I have an idea. Come with me to do some... unfinished business."
"Ew that's digusting, I barely know you."
He started laughing, almost hysterically.
"No, not that. Someone's bothering me. I need him to stop, and he's only gonna stop once he sees what he's done." he looked at me seriously.
"Okay, who?"
"I'll tell you on the drive there."
"Drive? Where is it Texas?" I said joking.
"Las Vegas."
"LAS VEGAS? Are you mad? It's gonna take us like.. 40 hours to drive there!"
"38 and a half hours from here. Are you in?"
I gave him a look as if he was retarded.
"I have work."
"Call in sick. This would be a great story, trust me."

I wanted to do this. I honestly did.

"Tell me five things about yourself and I'll go." I said still staring at him.
"I'm Luke, I like to play music, I'm 19, I moved here last year after living in las vegas for three years, and this week I went to a coffee shop and got bullied by the beautiful girl at the counter, and now we're going to vegas together."

"Okay, fuck it. Yes we are." I said smiling.