truly | m.c au

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[edited]

Michael Clifford

I took a drag of the cigarette lingering between my fingers, my eyes emotionless looking through the window, just watching people go around and around, minding their business, because that's what people do, they mind their own business and don't care for anyone else until someone they know, is reaching their breaking point and they swear they'll always be there for them. When in reality, it's just...lies so they can properly fit their agenda and convince themselves they're such good Samaritans.

That's why is always a waste of time to surround yourself with an amount of friends that's countable with more than five fingers; if you can't count your so called friends with your fingers, then one hell of a lonely future is waiting for you.

The coffee in front of me turned cold, which I don't really mind because I'm pretty sure coffee is not even my favorite drink.
I just like to order it, plus it's cheap.

The little bell above the door signals that someone has entered but my eyes stay glued to my short fingers.

I hear steps coming closer to my direction and a chair being dragged -is that hard to just raise the chair a little?-
out of curiosity I look up and turn around to see a girl -small, not in the super thin way, just a small person- about to take a seat but she catches me staring and stops doing what she's doing. She taps her fingers on her cup and bites her lip, looking indecisive.
I raise an eyebrow.
The girl starts walking directly to my table and quietly motions to the boot in front of me.

I just nod nonchalantly.

She sets a brownie and a cup of coffee
on the table.
Once she's done getting comfortable, her lips turn into a grin and looks straight to my eyes.
What the hell does she wants? a staring contest?
I take one last drag and then put the cigarette butt into an ashtray.
My hand trails down to my jack pocket, looking for mint gum -which I'm sure didn't chew it all- I pop it in my mouth.

"I'm Mae." She finally introduces herself and I just stare back, slightly confused. She looks so bubbly and had this chaste look on her. Two braids perfectly made out of her raven hair, two big brown Bambi eyes and freckles sprinkled over her cheeks and a small button nose.

"What are you doing in the smokers section?" I ask. She clearly doesn't look like the smoking type and I don't see her with a cigarette or anything.
The girl -Mae- just shrugged in response. This is by far the most strange thing that had happened to me in awhile.
I usually sit alone here, in my own little world just like everybody else.

She takes a bite of her brownie like it's the last one she would eat, I chuckle.

"How are you?" She asks out of the blue and I chew the inside of my cheek. I don't know what to think about this situation or how should I feel, I mean it's not like this happen everyday. 

"Fine." She narrows her eyes at me before taking a sip of her coffee. She scrunch up his nose at the taste but drinks again.

"Not enough sugar."
She mumbles to herself.

"Too bitter." She looks up at me."It's too bitter." I point at her cup and she nods. "I don't drink it much either." I said looking trough the window and then posed my eyes on her. She smiles.

"I thought I was the only one." Mae stares back at me, her eyes scanning every feature. "You haven't told me your name."

"Why should I?" I cross my arms and lean on the table.

"I told you mine." She says matter-of-factly. I smirk.

"I never asked for your name." I state and keep staring at the girl that randomly decided to make me company.
Mae, bit her lip. Her eyes never leaving my red hair and I roll my eyes.

"Touché, but I'll call you... furby, then." She grins like it was the best joke in the world. I roll my eyes but she just starts to eat her brownie and hums while doing it.

"I have to go." I tell her and she snaps her head rapidly at me, her pouty lips with some chocolate and I shook my head -again- hiding a smile.

"Wait." She licked her lips. "I'd really like to know your name." but I just stood up and started walking away. I hear her sigh.
I look back, Mae is disappointed and watching me, a questioning look on her face.

"Michael." I say strongly and leave the shop.

Because she may or may not have made my day a little more interesting or even better.

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hi! well i'm kind of changing some things because i re-read this and felt like something was missing so yea it's more of fixing the way it's written kind of thing.