Me, Her, & The Moon #girlxgirl

C5

Leann

Holy crap. Kya is here at my morning work shift. Out of all the Starbucks in Seattle, she comes to mine... mine!

I go to the counter and ask Vicki for my apron. She takes Toby as I put it on. I always liked working at this Starbucks, everyone is always so nice and it feels like a family when the co-workers talk about Toby.

Since my younger brother has a tendency to sleep all day, we usually put him in this crib while we work, everyone loves him and really doesn't mind him being there. Its really great that that kind of thing works out because I really don't trust my drunk dad to take care of him.

"Luke seems a little frustrated, you two okay?"a voice says as I walk around the counter to the register. I look over to see that it is my best friend.

"Ava?! you got a morning shift?!" I hug her for a second

"Yeah yeah, I may have convinced the manager. Speaking of, did you totally convince the judges to let you in or not?!"she smiled that familiar grin.

Ava and I had been best friends since 4th grade, she was there for me through my mom...Toby...my dad...Luke, all of it. She was also the only one who knew about me being Bisexual...which was totally being triggered right now. Kya was in the room.

"Well, not sure...the judges seemed impressed, anyway, I'll tell ya bout it later, we gotta work!"

I turn to the counter and watch as a crimson red and brown figure walks up.

Kya

I can't believe this. It's a miracle. She's here, and she's walking up to me.

"Hey, Kya," she says. I can't believe she remembers my name. When she says it, a tingle of excitement runs down my spine. Joy floods my whole body. I can't believe that this is the moment.

"Hey," I say, standing there, blushing for a moment. I see her eyes, her beautiful eyes... and her freckles, dotting her face beautifully. My mom used to tell me that where you have a freckle is where the sun kissed you.

"Um... do you want to order?" she asks, glancing at the girl standing next to her. The girl hesitates before going back to making someone's coffee.

"Could I have a mocha with whipped cream?" I ask.

"Sure," she says, turning to go make it. I wait there for a second before stumbling back and realizing I have to pay. I guess she forgot to ask. I set a twenty down on the table and walk over to an empty table. "Kya," she calls as she finishes. I rush over and take it from her. My hands shake as I take out a pen and a piece of paper.

"Um... could I have your number?"

She hesitates, glancing at her friend.

"I can cover for you for five," the friend says, stepping up to the counter. Leann smiles brightly, walking over to my table with me. I hand her the paper with my number on it. She takes it, shoving it in her pocket.

"So... um... the baby... your boyfriend...?" I start.

"What?" she asks, confused.

"Is the baby... yours?"

"Oh well..." she stops. "Oh, you mean like that," she says awkwardly. "God, no. He's my brother."

Relief washes over me, but there's still the question of the boy. "That guy, is he your boyfriend?"

"Yeah," she mutters.

Well, this is wonderful. She has a boyfriend. Great. At least she doesn't have baby with him, though. "So the baby is your brother?" I question her.

"Yeah," she clarifies.

Oh my god. Phew. "You were really good," I say, blushing a bit. She was insane, and so was her boyfriend. I think he was harmonizing with himself, but I'm not sure. It could have just been the mike glitching out. Her voice was more pure than everything I've ever heard; more elegant; more serene.

"You too," she says. "Carnage!" she whisper-screams, trying to imitate me. I blush even redder. I'm sure my face looks just about as crimson as my bandana right now. "That thing... was it an electric violin?" she asks.

"Yeah," I say. "It was my fifth birthday present from my mom."

"Oh. Was your mom there?" she asks.

"She... um... died a few years back. Along with my dad." I usually don't tell anyone this kind of stuff. I would be surprised if anyone at school even knew.

"Oh my god," she says after a little bit. "I'm so... I'm so sorry."

"No, it's fine. I'm used to it by now," I say. I see a tint of grief in her eyes, so I decide to move off of the subject of dead parents. "So, do you play any other instruments?"

"No, not really," she says. "I can play piano, I guess. Do you?"

"I play a lot," I say, clenching and unclenching my toes. "Cello, bass, guitar, piano, vocals, violin, viola, and drums."

"Eight??" she asks. "Huh. Do you do any sports?"

"A few," I say. "Which high school are you going to?" I ask.

"Garfield," she says.

"Oh, really? Me too. It is a pretty big school, so I guess that's why we haven't seen each other. Um... what grade are you in?"

"I'm a freshman," she giggles.

"Same," I reply. "How about your boyfriend?"

"He's a freshman, too." She pauses, checking her watch. "Oh, shoot, I should go."

"Bye," I reply.

She does a little wave, walking over to help her friend. I pick up my mocha and start back home, my hands shaking a bit.

I have her number.

She's at my high school.

But she's straight.