Fix Me

Haven't Had Enough

Sarah's POV

I get back to my apartment and walk in to the smell of bacon. Ryan is already at the stove with a pan. When did she go shopping? "Mornin'. Where'd you go? I had to go grocery shopping before everyone woke up and when I came back you were gone." Oh, okay. Nice to let us know . . .

"I went upstairs. There's a band or something and they woke me up, so I asked them to be quieter so I could sleep in peace." I sigh and walk into the living room.

"Are they nice, at least?" Tanner asks from the couch. I sit beside him and sigh again.

"Well the one guy, I think his name was Mike, was pretty nice, but the other guy, Josh . . . He's a complete tool!" I lay my head down onto Tanner's lap, annoyed and defeated.

"That sucks. Is it all guys?" He asks, probably looking for someone to flirt with. I don't blame him, I'd want someone too if it weren't for Brendon.

"Yeah, but they aren't attractive. I mean I only saw two of them. Mike is OK, if you like Mohawks, but Josh is an ass." I laugh. That's a total lie, though. Josh is actually really attractive and Mike looks good with his Mohawk.

There's a knock on the door and I stand up to answer it. I really hope it isn't one of those guys. I look through the peep hole and see a head of blond and blue. Speak of the devil, I guess . . . "What do you want?" I scowl at him as I swing the door open.

"Believe it or not, I came to apologize. But if you don't want to know what a great guy I really am, well that's your loss." He turns on his heel, but I grab his arm. He's too cute for me to let him just walk away like that.

"I want to hear this said 'apology'. If it's good, you might get a second chance." Truth be told, I want to forgive him, even before the apology.

"Can I come in?" He asks, pushing the door open so he can step around me. I roll my eyes at him, he's so arrogant. It kind of reminds me of Brendon . . .

"Oh you're a total liar, Sarah!" Tanner yells. "He's definitely attractive. If you don't take him, I will . . ." I cover my face with my hands and groan. Josh just smirks and bites back a laugh.

"TANNER! THAT'S NOT HOW YOU TREAT GUESTS!" Ryan yells, coming out of the kitchen. "Oh, hey." She smiles at Josh and puts a plate of bacon on the coffee table.

"Ummmmm." Josh looks like he wants to leave. I would too if I were him, my friends aren't very people friendly.

"I apologize. We should go somewhere else, where these two won't be ridiculous." I pull Josh back out of the apartment, grab my flip flops and slide them on.

"I guess we're even now?" He laughs and I nod. "Have you ever been to Tim's?" He asks.

"Tim who?" I'm confused. I mean I just moved here, I don't know anybody. Why would he ask me if I've been to some guy named Tim's house?

"You're so American." Josh rolls his eyes playfully and drags me out of the apartment building. We approach a car that is probably worth more than our whole apartment building, maybe even the whole complex put together . . .

"How can you afford this if you live here?" I ask in awe. The only other person I've ever known who drives such a nice car was Brendon, but he was famous. This is just some guy who lives in my neighborhood.

"I have my ways . . ." he grins and gets in. I follow and we drive a few blocks to a friendly looking coffee shop. The sign reads 'Tim Hortons'. Ohhh, I get it now!

"I don't like coffee." I protest, as we near the building.

"You can get tea, donuts, hot chocolate, anything really. I don't drink coffee after three anyways." Josh says, as we pull up to the drive thru box.

"Welcome to Tim's, what would you like?" The speaker crackles.

"Could I get a twelve pack of donuts, assorted, and two medium hot chocolates?" Josh yells into the mic.

"13 dollars and 95 cents. Pull up to the second window." Says the speaker. We follow the directions and roll up to the window.

"Here's your donuts, and your drinks. That's 13.95." Josh hands the woman at the window the colourful money and smiles. "See you soon, Mr. Ramsay." She winks as he rolls the window back up.

"Is that your girlfriend?" I inquire, smirking at him.

"Nah. I don't even know her." He answers, taking a big sip of his hot chocolate. We return to the apartment building. I'm utterly confused, how doesn't he know someone if they know him? I will figure out your secrets, Josh Ramsay.