Fly Away [Before You Exit]

Six

There was couch in the back of the Starbucks. After Connor ordered our drinks, he brought them over and set them on the coffee table. Then Riley spoke up.

"Now that we have time, we should know you two better."

"Yeah, we'll all take turns asking you questions," Connor chuckled.

"Okay, how old are you guys?" Toby began.

"I'm 17," I pointed to myself.

"19," Kim echoed after me.

"Alright, my turn," Connor said after taking a sip from his drink, "What kind of music do you guys like to listen to?"

"I listen to pretty much anything," Kimberly chirped, "but my favorites are Sam Smith and Ed Sheeran. I also like Broadway soundtracks."

"I'm the total opposite of Kim," I laughed, "I'm picky, I listen to Black Veil Brides and Foo Fighters. I hate rap, but I'll listen to the stuff on the radio sometimes."

"Wow, the things kids listen to nowadays," Connor said while scratching his head. Toby jabbed his rib cage.

"You're not that much older than we are," he murmured before he began playing with his green straw.

"I'm next," Riley jumped in, "What kind of guys are you into?"

I was drinking my coffee while he was asking us that question, I nearly choked on my drink. Well, that escalated quickly.

"Er," I murmured as I set down my drink on the coffee table. I straightened out my dress awkwardly. But before words came out of my mouth, Kim spoke up.

"I like guys with really nice eyes and a good sense of humor," Kim said casually. She turned to me and she gave me a reassuring grin.

"Well," I began, I looked down at floor. Then I looked up at Riley, my eyes locking with his. I noticed something, his brown eyes looked different. They were dark, almost black.

I brushed that thought aside.

"I like guys with a funny personality," I blurted. I broke eye contact with Riley and stared at the decorative piece on the coffee table.

"Really?" Connor asked, his sounded surprised, "I've never heard anyone say that before, they always say whatever Kim said."

"Hey," Kim said defensively, but she was smiling. She began nudging Connor, "was that an insult?"

"Nah, I have nice eyes and a good sense of humor, so I'm not complaining," he smirked and Kim's cheek turned pink. She took a drink from her coffee to hide her embarrassment. Her mouth opened to say something, but she was stopped by a squeal from the outside of the store. Our heads turned towards the adolescent noise.

There were girls our age standing in front of the Starbucks, staring straight through Kim and I and directly at the guys. It was the fans, they found where we were. And there quite a number of them outside those glass doors. They were wearing t-shirts with the Before You Exit logo plastered on them.

I craned my neck and my eyes widened. There were about thirty of them and they looked ready to mob us. One girl was just about to open the door to the coffee shop.

"Shit," I cursed as I turned to face the guys, "have you guys been mobbed before?"

"Not in a long time," Toby pointed out before standing up, his eyes darting from side to side.

To the right of us was another door, but a couple of the girls were crowding over it. Again, they were already opening the doors.

"I LOVE YOU!"