Beauty and The Beast (Not Your Average Girl Meets Boy)

There may be something there that wasn't there before

I needed coffee, I hadn't been able to focus at all at the garage and gorge had noticed so he sent me to Starbucks, the next best thing to a nice warm bed that I wouldn't have to ever leave. I stood in line, I pondered what to get. I normally do this as most of us probably do. Standing in line thinking about what to get; telling yourself you are going to try something new and then you reach the front of the line, you get that slight panic feeling because the longer you take the longer the line grows and you end up getting the same thing each time, because you know you like it and it gets you out of the line as fast as possible.

"Carmel macchiato ready at the bar" the lady behind the bar said. As I reached the cup someone else had already reached for it taking a drink of my coffee. MY NAME WAS CLEARLY ON THE CUP! Right under that pudgy stupid hand.

"Hey you are kinda drinking my coffee," I told the guy in the shades

"Am I really? I am so sorry" wait a minute I knew that voice.

A smile worked its way on my face as Michael lowed his shades and handed me his cup that like what used to be my cup was a Carmel macchiato.

" I was beginning to wonder if I would ever run into you again," I said boldly

"Wasn't it you who told me to never see or speak to you again?" was his rebuttal.

"Well yeah, but I mean, so you like coffee?" I said trying to change the subject as soon as possible. He laughed at my attempt to be smooth

"Yeah coffee is almost as good as crawling into a warm bed and never having to leave" did he just say that? Didn't I just think that? Is this possible? I think I am having a stroke.

"Me too, so what are you up to today?" I asked hoping the answer would be nothing

" I got to take my car to a mechanic, it keeps stalling and I don't understand why" is this the best day or what!

"Well I happened to know the best mechanic in this entire city" I said with a sly smile

"Oh really? And you are just going to give this information up to a rat?" he said as though he could hear my thoughts.

"Well it just so happens that I have to help a car in need" I explained he laughed, he really laughed, not one of those laughs that people do just because you made a joke, I mean a genuine laugh one that comes from the gut and hurts if it goes on to long.

"What are you smiling at?" he said

"You actually laughed, it wasn't fake" I continued to smile as we walked out to his car. Or should I say his brand new car that I would kill someone for. A bright slightly tinted green ford mustang, it had everything you could want: Brand new rims, with matching color work, Michelin tires straight off the rack, a fin to make the car go faster, and on the front dash hanging form the rear view mirror... a nice big pair of black fuzzy dice. I could almost smell the new car smell from the out side.

"This is your car?" I asked, which didn't seem possible because I'm pretty sure my jaw was on the ground in china.

"Yeah perks of being a rat, they buy you shiny things for making your life a living hell." He murmured. I looked at his face, gloom. Like he was haunted by this taunting fact that he was playing the part of someone else. It made me just want to run and hold him and... yeah no scratch that, I'm not the girl that falls for a guy.

"Hey bell?" he said looking at me fully now.

"Yeah?" I was a little worried to be frank. I mean what reason does a guy like him have for looking at me like that?

"Do you seriously know someone who can help fix this car? I mean not that id don't trust you, it's just. I mean. Well you see." He was stuttering now and I have to admit it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "Wellihaveneverhadacarthisniceandidontknwowhattodo." I don't think he took a breath. I laughed

"One more time, this time slower." I asked utterly confused

"Well I haven't ever had a car this nice before and well I don't know what to do" he looked at the ground as he spoke.

"Kid if it makes you feel better I have been working for gorge since I first moved here. I know what I'm doing," I said

"Why do you keep calling me kid?" he asked as we walked to my car

"Because you get really mad when I do it and for that reason I must always do it" I explained.

"Well could we chill, its becoming habit?" he rebutted

" Sure whatever you say kid."

"I swear you are the mist hardheaded person I have ever met," he said throwing his hands in the air.