*Carm's P.O.V.*
I used some of my precious data and looked up the nearest pizza joint on my phone. Turns out it's only three blocks away, I won't have to walk far. I plug in my headphones and play Spotify, first thing that comes on is Weird People from Little Mix's Get Weird. It's one of my favourite songs, so naturally I start half-heartedly dance-walk down the street. LA is pretty so far, I guess. I haven't seen much of it, but it's certainly a scenery change from Wellington.
"Well Mr, let me tell you this, you can get a little weird for free
Cause it don't matter who you are, you can be who you wanna be."
The song sends a good message too. It's just so positive and I love it more than I thought it was possible to love a song. Before I know it, I'm at the pizza shop. A tiny bell rings as I enter the door. There's already some people in here, some middle-aged lady trying to control her kids, construction worker with dirt all over his face, two girls who look like they stepped straight out of an Instagram photo and an elderly man. I walk straight up to the counter, and I hear the tiny bell again behind me as the cashier asks if I can take their order.
"Meatlovers, please." She hands me the change and reciept with a smile, I thank her and I then turn around to find a handsome young man with blonde hair and bright blue eyes right in the line behind me smiling down at me. Now, as I usually do when looking at extremely attractive people, I freak out, and proceed to dodge straight out the way and into one of the four waiting seats by the window.
"I'll have what she's having." says this mysterious boy to the cashier, and gestures towards me.
"Damnit, Carm. You literally just got to L.A. and look what you're doing. Making goo-goo eyes at the first cute boy you see." I mutter to myself. I pull out my phone and text Elise:
"Please help. Perfect 10/10 in the pizza shop." I slide my phone back into my pocket and stare at my shoes, making a real effort not too look at Cute Pizza Shop Boy for fear of embarrassing myself. I was never good around people I like, I genuinely, truly, suck at flirting.
"You - you've got a nice accent." I hear the boy say. I look up to find that he's sitting two seats across from me at the other end of the store front window seats.
"Thank you." I blush, and then immediately try to stop myself from doing it, so that I don't look like a tomato.
"What country is it from?" he asks, seemingly rather nervous to talk to me.
"It's from New Zealand." I reply. "Fresh off the boat actually. Or, well, plane, to be exact."
"Oh yeah, New Zealand." he replies, with a small laugh at the end of the sentence. There's an awkward pause due to the fact that neither of us knew what to say next. I liked him. It seemed like he was intrigued with me, right? I keep staring out the window in the hopes he'll say something, because I'm fresh out of words.
"Do you like sheep?" he asks, obviously rather embarrased that that's the best thing he could come up with.
"Is sheep all you know about New Zealand?" I laugh harder than I probably should.
"Well, I know Lord Of The Rings was filmed there." He beamed. He's brightened up a little bit, probably relieved something he said made me laugh.
" I'm not a hobbit either." I teased him.
"Of course you're not. You're too beautiful for that." My cheeks go red again, and I'm inwardly cursing because of it.
He gets up from his seat and walks over closer to me, and sticks out his hand
"Uh, my name's Jon." I'm assuming that means he wants me to shake his hand.
"I'm Carm." I introduce myself, shaking his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Carm. Is that short for anything?"
"It's short for Caramel." I say with a tinge of embarrasment. What went through my parent's minds when they named me after a flavour?
"What a tasty name, if I do say so myself." he jokes. Well, at least he likes the name. My phone buzzes. It's Elise.
"OMG." reads the text. "Description?" I start typing my response:
"He's talking to me now please send help or I think I might die. His name's Jon. Blond hair, blue eyes. Skinny. Fine as hell."
I go to place the phone back in my pocket, but then I'm interrupted by Jon's voice.
"Uh, wait, you might want to keep that out of your pocket for now." he says, and I raise an eyebrow.
"And why would I want to do that?"
"So that I could maybe put my number in it?"
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HELLO CINNAMON ROLLS!
By golly I hope you love this chapter! I sure loved writing it! Jon's finally here, yay!
Thank you so much for reading!!!!
~Ellen Cozartist
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Amateur - A Jon Cozart fic
FanfictionMeet Carm. She's a 21-year-old stuck in a rut, pursuing acting, making youtube videos and getting nowhere in her small country. So she takes off to America - L.A. to be more precise and tries making her way in the world. Along the way, she bumps int...
