Me, Her, & The Moon #girlxgirl

C6

Leann

I list the things in my head about this Kya:

-multi-talented

-pretty

-depressed? idk, i mean, BOTH her parents died

-nice

-wants to be friends

And now i list the things she knows about me:

-kind

-pretty

-talented (nice voice?)

-has a baby brother

-works at starbucks

-has a boyfriend...

Crap. Why was she asking if I had a boyfriend? What if she likes him??? No no no! She seemed so cute, so dreamy, someone I could be with! People don't ask about your boyfriend unless they like them! She must have asked for my number to do that whole 'become friends with the guys girlfriend so you can get closer to him'

"So, what happened?"Sylvia asked

"hmm? oh, we just talked" I say starting to make a latte.

"Did she ask you out?"She smiles.

"What? No! Why in the world would she?"

"Don't tell me you didn't see the way she looked at you"

"She asked about Toby...And Luke."I sigh, putting the cup down in front of a grumpy looking man.

"Oh, no no no"Sylvia puts her hand on her hip."

"What?!"

She raises her eyebrow at me "There you go again, always assuming it isn't you."

"It isn't" I stop the coffeemaker.

"Ahem!"I turn around to see the grumpy man staring at me. I roll my eyes and slide him a breakfast sandwich.

"Whatever, How many times do I have to tell you"Sylvia mumbles, turning back to her mocha. "You got girls crushing on you just like you like them."

I look over at Kya as she leaves waving goodbye.

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Thank goodness my shift is over. As much as I love Starbucks, Everyone who comes in is either

1.Hungover

2.Tired

3.Way to energetic

4.Running late, or

5.Grumpy

I feel like my afternoon job is easier, well less stressful I guess. At least I get to play with kittens and puppies and all those cute pets! Yes, I work at the humane society. Feed and play with all the animals there. Its actually where I meet Luke. He wanted a dog and decided to see all the puppies...Not the best idea. I remember it perfectly:

He was in the section of 1/2 years when a cute little lab came up to him and decided his coat was a chew toy. The puppy's friends thought it would be fun to play tug-a-war so they all started attacking him.

Me being me, rushed in and was able to get all of the 12 puppies off of him without treats or even touching them. He called me a dog whisperer and we began cracking up. Luke then started coming more often and eventually asked me out. Before we knew it we were dating and he convinced his parents to let him go to Garfield.

Of course Toby is a bit of a problem there...I usually have Luke take him for these hours, but he is taking his prep SAT's (even though he is only in 10th grade) so I am stuck with the baby bro. I am absolutely lucky that one of my co-workers isn't here today because he really doesn't like babies, which doesn't make sense because...puppies...kittens...guinea piglets...

I use a little puppy play-time mat to let Toby sit on and co-workers check on him every once in a while. I look at the board to see what task they assigned to me, on Saturdays it is usually kitten cuddles-oh, don't mind that, today I get to scoop poop...great.

I walk out into the large field area and gag as the smell lifts into my nostrils. Then I get to work, back when I first started, the only job for a rookie was this. I remember that it was a fast job for me.

My over-sized phone buzzes in my pocket. It gets heavy and then I don't feel it...uh-oh. I look directly down, in the slushy dog poop, lies my phone. Its Kya. Crap...literally.

Kya

I gulp. Should I? Naw... should I? I stumble with my phone, dialing her number. I'm gonna call her. But she's at work. I stop typing, closing the app and turning my phone off. No, I won't bother her. She has a boyfriend. She's straight. There's no way she likes me.

"Ah, shit," I say, typing it and leaning back into my mattress. "What the hell. I'll do it."

I type it, my hands shaking as I press call. It takes her a sec, but she picks up. "Hey, Kya," she says, sighing slightly with relief.

"Hey," I say. "Are you at Starbucks? I could come over..."

"No, I'm- um- at a different job," she says, slightly embarrassed.

"Nice," I say.

"What are you doing?"

"Sitting in my room, playing guitar and calling you."

"No, I meant... um... tonight."

I freeze. Oh my shit. Did she just... did she just ask me out? "Sorry, I shouldn't have put you on the spot like that. I have a boyfriend, too, so that was very... unprofessional... I was thinking around," she stumbles along, trying to fix her mistake.

"Well, when you mean it, tell me," I say, slightly upset. You can't just ask someone out and then try to un-ask them out, can you? I pause, realizing how rude I must sound. "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

"You have the right to be mad," she replies, although she doesn't sound like she means it. Who am I kidding? She must have accidentally said that or something. She can't mean it. "I have a boyfriend and I ask you out like it means nothing. I'm sorry," she says, and she hangs up.

And I'm alone in my room, realizing how I just ruined my last chance for love.