Castaway ➳ cth [EDITING/HIATUS]

Chapter 9

(A/N): Look who's feeling productive today?

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*June's P.O.V.*

"Where exactly are we going?" We stepped outside Calum's house, the huge backpack I brought with left marks all over my bare shoulder. The sun shined on our heads, making my dark hair getting slowly warm.

"As I said, walking."

"I'm hungry."

"You're what?"

"Hungry."

My stomach felt like a black hole, capable of sucking in tons and tons of food. I didn't eat this whole day, due to the fact we left the hospital at twelve in the noon and I denied having breakfast. So smart of me.

"You have money?" Calum asked me worriedly. I shook my head. "I never bring money with me and I'm utterly broke."

"I know a place we can go without paying", he said, shuffling along the pavement and trying not to step on the green leaves laying on the ground, half of them mushed by the heavy rain from a couple of days.

It didn't took us long to arrive in front a building looking quite run-down. The building wasn't that tall though, I assumed the store Calum took me to, was old and rusty. The once sky blue façade seemed to peel off the walls made out of dark orange bricks.

"So apparently they have food here", I buzzed contemptuous. "Doesn't look like they would sell at least a piece of bread."

"Oh, shut up", Calum grinned and opened the door which looked like it would fall out of its hinge in any moment.

"Horhey", Calum yelled enthusiastically. Horhey?

"Who is Horhey?" I asked, my mind couldn't imagine how to spell the foreign name.

"This fellow over there." Calum pointed at a man, probably in his late forties, smiling at us with surprisingly white teeth. I noticed a little name tag on his orange Hawaiian-shirt, saying 'Hello, my name is Jorge'.

"Hello... Jorge?" I felt unsure about my feelings in this moment. Probably out of place or something like that.

"How is it going?" Jorge's deep and husky voice roared across the tiny store. "Haven't seen you in a while, am I right, Cal Pal?"

"What the hell is he talking about?" I whispered, not leaving my eyes off the strange man. Calum started to laugh. "Excuse me, Jorge, this is my friend June."

Jorge stepped from behind the counter and shook my hand with an enormous force. "Nice to meet you."

I tried to shake the pain off my hand, and nodded.

"Nice to meet you too", I choked out.

"Wait, isn't that the girl you..." Jorge started to say with a big smile, but Calum interrupted him, his cheeks flushing in a deep red shade.

"Not the right time, mate", he stifled nervously and shifted his weight from one foot to another. "I see, I see", Jorge grinned. Damn, this man is full of energy and enthusiasm, I was unsure whether I should like him or not.

Calum faced me, his face returning slowly to its normal shade. "You like cherries?" He asked. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Yeah, why?"

"Jorge makes the best Cherrie-milkshakes of all time."

"Oh really?" I turned my head to Jorge and nodded. "Good to hear."

"I already have two in my fridge", he said, "I just bought a new mixer, this bad boy blends in less than no time." He padded his mixer proudly and smiled again. "I don't know what I would do without him."