Beautiful Mystery (Owl City)

Chapter 7

[A/N: So I need opinions. I feel like my writing is becoming this huge mess of indecipherable rambling, and that my descriptions are the worst of it all. So, be honest, tell me in the comments if it's true?

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Also, I feel like there's waaaayyyyy too much dialogue in this chapter, but oh well. Hope you like it anyway!]

Adam's POV:

You're making a mistake, I thought to myself as I walked slowly down the sidewalk in the direction of Starbucks. I hated that I thought like this, that I assumed the worst before giving things a try, but I honestly did feel like this was a huge mistake. Not to sound shallow, but this girl was a stripper. It's not even the fact that this is what she chose as her profession that bothered me. What bothered me was that she put her body on display for a bunch of men. A bunch of men who had to be crazy for her, and a bunch of men she'd probably been with. What if she saw me as nothing but a cheap plaything to throw out as soon as she got bored? Why would she -why should she- give me a chance anyway? I probably wasn't even her type...

No. No, no, Adam, no. You don't care what this girl thinks of you. This is a one time thing, and then you can go back to your pity-party.

Content with that, I jammed my hands farther into the pockets of my jeans and continued towards the shop, slowly, the thought of doing this making me feel more uncomfortable by the second. But, despite my slow pace, I could see the green Starbucks logo looming ahead of me. I took a deep breath and toyed with the idea of turning around and pretending none of this had ever happened. Deciding that would make me more of a horrible person than anything else, I pushed forward and entered the shop before I could stop myself.

I glanced around the shop once, looking for the girl I recognized from the club, until my gaze finally landed on a dark haired girl casually chatting with a redhead behind the counter. I had my doubts, because from the side profile I was seeing, this girl looked nothing like who I remembered her to be. Then she turned around to glance toward the doors, and it couldn't be denied. That was definitely Brielle.

She looked so different. Her clothes were modest and girly, making her look innocent, and her makeup brought out her features as opposed to making her look like a made up little sextoy. Or, in my eyes, a clown. I couldn't deny that she was pretty.

The deer in the headlights look that played across her features as she saw me was admittedly some sort of cute. She looked like she didn't believe I was actually here. I saw the redhead behind the counter give her a little shove, causing me to hold back a giggle. I gave her a small grin and a little awkward wave.

"Hey," I greeted shyly as she approached. She gave a little wave back and grinned shyly.

"Hi," she replied, sounding a little nervous. There was a second where neither of us said anything and just listened to the sound of other people's rambling like it was the most fascinating thing ever.

"Wanna take a seat?" I broke the silence between us and gestured towards the empty table next to me.

"Sure!" she smiled at me and sat in one of the chairs, pulling it closer to the table after she had sat.