Distance Between Us | j.d.b ✔️ (BOOK I X II) THE FANFIC

Chapter 06

November 23rd,2015
December 8th, 2016

I don't even know what event I should talk about next. Like honestly the last chapter was stopped mid-way through because honestly, ya girl didn't know what to talk about anymore. Lol. How tragic.

Another tragedy: I forgot what I made F.O.A stand for. I'm so dead. Something of Art. Anyways ..

An 'ok' or decent mood never last for long. In no shape or form was one allowed to be in an ok mood. However, Ann was. This ok mood was rare. From time to time Ann could be positive.It wasn't the ideal positivity one would think of, but she was still positive in a way.

"Are we stopping by Bill's?" Ann chimed, exiting the bathroom with a towel tightly wrapped around her.

Yesterday you wanted to be different. Now you want to go to Bill's, Harry thought as he plopped down on the sofa that was located downstairs. He had a pair of booties and socks in his hands.

Hesitantly, Harry responded," Umm..sure. We can if you want to." He nodded, slipping on his ankle socks with ease.

"I do." She responded, going into their walk in closet. Harry's eyes found their way lurking upon the stairs and then back to their previous area. Although he couldn't see her, he knew exactly where she was located.

"Alright Ann." He huffed, checking his wrist watch. It was a dainty thing with a large face and flakes of white along its matte exterior design. Talk about aesthetics. It was about nine-thirty five. Harry didn't get much sleep after he woke up and stared into space. He drifted off shortly after but he tossed and turn ever so lightly, remembering Ann was snuggled into him. In conclusion, such a night was restless. It was as if him and Ann traded places. Typically, she was the one who endured countless amounts of restless nights. Sure, her troubles were rubbed off onto him but Ann attempting to handle her issues on her own. At times doing so could be difficult. Difficult to the point where she wouldn't stop Harry from involving himself and pushing aside his personal problems.

After Ann finished her daily routine she jogged down the steps and walked towards the door. She completely disregarded the leaving room. Going to Bill's was the only thing on her mental right now. Beside the door was a hook holder. Ann grabbed her keys from the hook and bent down to retrieve her items. Her hands reached for her small backpack and she slipped it on.

"Bill's?" Harry questioned, standing and brushing himself off in the process.

"Bill's." Ann chimed as she took one last look at the apartment and opened the door.

   The bell chimed as the two walked into the local coffee shop. The two adults were greeted by multiple employees and a smiling Bill that abruptly emerged from the back.
Bill's pub had a strong vibe to it. It gave off a a vibe that made you tingle and it wasn't just because of the coffee you were sipping on. It was more than a regular coffee joint. People that lived in various parts of the city visited from time to time to enjoy themselves. A few times a week a poetry night was held and anyone was welcomed. During those nights however, the joint seemed to be vivid yet had a calm feel too it. It was more emotional at night. If you had something to say, Bill's is where you should. The coffee shop was somewhat old but had been recently renovated and had a more modern yet slick look to it. There was no better place to grab a meal and a cup of joe.

"Harry. Leigh-Ann." Bill gushed as he brushed his hands across his apron.

"Bill." Harry and Leigh-Ann chimed in unison.

"Long time no see." He said making his way from behind the counter to smother the two with his love. Harry gave off a nervous chucked and nodded at Bill after he released the two from his grasp. Indicating that he would spill the tea and enlighten his acquaint with details. Leigh-Ann didn't catch on to the slight glances the two were sharing nor the other unusual body language that was taking place.
The pub was slightly crowded since everyone seemed to be running late this morning.

"You guys haven't taken off your exterior. Are you not staying with us long?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"No. We can't actually. I'm heading in today." Harry sighed. Soon after he coughed awkwardly. Bill nodded and hummed.

"I see. Well then, today it's on the house. Would you like the usual?" Ann looked up at Harry for a moment, grasping her lower lip between her teeth.

"Why not." Harry shrugged, looking down and grinning slightly at Ann. She was always so unsure, always needing guidance and approval. She was definitely a child.

"Can I grab your signature breakfast sandwich as well?" She chimed.

"Of course." Bill said, calling out the order to one of the employees and then to the back as well. Afterwards, he headed back around the counter.

"I'm going to go look at the newest additions." Ann cooed, dismissing herself from the conversation and heading to the back of the café where a wall full of names were lined up.

"She seems better. " Billy whispered, glancing over at Ann.

"Some days are better than others." He chuckled sadly and plopped down into one of the chairs that rested in front of the island.

"Poor girl." One of the employees excused herself and began to reach around Bill. She set down two brown cups of coffee and scrammed, in search for a bag to place the orders into. Harry glanced and took in her every move. He watched as one of the cooks set down the boxes of cinnamon rolls, Bill's famous breakfast sandwich, and whatever the little treat was for today. The girl placed them into the bag and met his gaze. The corners of her lips curled up as she gave him a genuine smile. Harry returned it and took the bag when she set it down in front of him.

"Yeah. I'm trying to help her through it but she's the only one who can really bring herself out of this situation." He stated after the girl disappeared into the distance. Bill nodded and sighed.

"I'm sure she will eventually. Things just take time."

"Yeah, too much time." The two chuckled.

"Well, you guys stay warm and be careful. It's crazy out here." Bill warned, pointing a finger at the boy.

"Will do, Bill." He smiled. With that he called Ann over and the two thanked everyone. Afterwards, they walked out.

Harry and Ann nudged each other as they approached a building that towered over the ones that were planted on opposite sides. A hat covered the males head and his hair rested at his shoulders. A semi-formal button up and a pair of slacks covered up his body along with a blazer. A pair of typical black booties rested upon his feet and his hands lazily rested on the base of the satchel that rest upon his shoulder. On the female that walked along his side was a simple green and blue flannel, light washed distressed jeans, and a pair of similar yet feminine style booties covering her feet. In her hands were the adults breakfast and coffee. Her hair was in a chic yet sloppy bun. Even though she was in a decent mood, her recent bummy mood her been slightly noticeable in her clothing.

F.O.A didn't have a strict dress code. Not too strict anyways. Typically, you can find employees dressed in causal wear. They dressed as if they weren't afraid to get messy, which was ideal in such a place; they were artist after all. From time to time there were cases in which they not only needed to bathe themselves in paint but have the correct attire for a business meeting. These meetings didn't occur often so it wasn't too much of a big deal. The atmosphere of the facility was simply chill.

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