Pictured: this is what was kinda going through my head meaning obscure coffee house.
On Sunday morning I woke up to my phone vibrating next to my head. Picking it up, I saw the time
"9:30 already. Wow." I said astounded. Ugh, I had morning voice. I checked my new message, it was from an unknown number saying;
"meet me at 'The High' at 10:30" I texted back saying
"Imogen, how did you get my number?" Almost immediately she replied
"I have my ways."
"OK, see you in an hour."
I looked through my dresser for something cute to wear. It was more challenging then I expected. I decided on my purple little miss naughty hoodie and my army green denim shorts. I braided a ribbon into tge top half of my hair and curled the rest down my back. The bright purple contrasted with my black and pink curls perfectly. I also wore my black combat boots that match Becas ones.
I left my house at 10:15 so I have time to get there. Fumbling with the key in the door I dropped my phone by accident. It split into three pieces, I sighed luckily the screen didn't crack. I checked the time, 10:20. I would have to fix it later. I put the pieces into the front pocket of my knapsack and grabbed my pennyboard. I looked both ways before crossing to the side of the road with a footpath I can skate along.
As I walked inside the obscure coffee shop I saw familiar brunette hair showing from behind a booth chair.
I walked over, plopped my knapsack on the seat next to me and leaned my skateboard against the table we sat at.
"I'm so glad you could come" Imogen said, pulling her legs up to cross them on the chair.
"Yeah, why did you want me to meet you here? I'm still a bit confused." I said chuckling nervously.
"Well. I just REALLY want to get to know you better" she said leaning forward on the table, resting her chin in her small hands.
"OK, yeah. Me too" I said smiling.
".... So, what do you want to order? I'll pay." Imogen said ending the comfortable silence and my view of her eyes. She has gorgeous grey eyes with brown mascara and eyeshadow that covers her eyelids, half blue, half pink.
"Oh, wait. No I have a coupon thing, we get 25% off large coffees. I'll have a white mocha thanks" I smiled, snapping out of my trance.
"Okey dokey" she said taking the card from my hand and spinning around.
While she was standing at the counter I noticed she was wearing a bow themed outfit. She wore a pink dress with long sleeves that clings to her in all the right places, following her curves and flowing at the waist. The skirt part falls about 15cm above her knees, with a big blue ribbon tied around her waist. She had two loosely tied ribbons on each side of her head, both holding up small amounts of hair that was curled, leaving the rest down. She wore pale blue tights and pink wedges with blue bows on them. Even her glasses had a miniscule pink bow in the top right corner of the black frame.
She shuffled back slowly with a latte in one hand, a mocha in the other and my card sticking out of her mouth. Her eyes we're crossed, concentration etched on her face.
When she sat down her hair flopped up and I giggled, but for some reason found it unnecessarily funny and couldn't stop laughing. I pulled my hair around my head, forming a makeshift curtain to hide my face as I laugh.
"What's so funny?" She asked, sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes, making me laugh even more.
When I could breathe I got the broken pieces of my phone out of my knapsack and put them together. I turned it on and checked my messages. Three missed calls from Kellin and six from Beca, with texts from both of them saying things like, 'Andi where are you?' 'Are you OK?!' 'Seriously Andi why are you ignoring us?!'
I decided to put them out of their misery and call them.
"I won't be a sec" I whispered to Imogen who was now balancing a spoon on her nose. I walked over to the exposed brick wall, leaned on it and dialled Beca's number. Imogen still making me laugh. When Beca answered it I heard crazy wind and a running motor.
"What are you doing B?" I asked, still chuckling away.
"Trying to find you!" I heard her yell into the phone "we've been trying to reach you for ages!"
"Sorry. My phone was off. I'm, with, um. I'm with a friend" I said, biting my lip with guilt.
"Kellin! Pull over!" She yelled again.
When the wind stopped, and the motor slowed. Beca calmed down a little bit and said "Andi. Where are you, EXACTLY? We are coming to get you. We are worried." She stressed the word 'exactly.'
"Nope. I'm all good. Like I said, I'm with a friend." I insisted "I have to go, I will call you tonight. Love you!" I said and hung up.
I sat down on the seat in front of Imogen who had started to chew the end of her hair again.
"OK" she started, failing at spitting her hair out "the real reason I wanted you to meet me here, was so I could get to know you better, right?" She quizzed.
"Um, yeah" I questioned.
"Well then, tell me about you. Everything. Don't miss out a single detail" she said, leaning forward again.
"Well, um. I like drawing-"
"Zzzzzz" she interupted "I already know that. Tell me something else, who's your best friend, who's your crush, how many pets and family members do you have?" She would have kept going but my phone buzzed on the table in between us and Imogen grabbed it before I could.
Before she read the message she made a face, like a thinking face.
She set my phone face down on the table and lowered her eyes.
"I'm sorry" she apologized. "I do this sometimes, I.. I push too far, here" she continued, sliding my phone across the table towards me. I picked it up and read the text "Andi, it's 1:00, come home. We have to leave to your uncles house."
"I'm sorry Imogen. I have to go. I totally forgot I am visiting my uncles house, I'm sorry"
"No. No. No. You do not have to apologise to me... I still haven't found anything about you. Call me later?" She asked.
"Yeah. Maybe." I said, leaning in to give her a hug goodbye but instead she kissed my cheek. "Goodbye Andi Thompson" she said bouncily stuttering as she readjusted her glasses and pulled her sleeves down to cover her hands. I stood there, stunned, and finally managed to say "Goodbye?" but by then she had already left.
Authors note:
Finally! A long chapter!
Woo! Also imogandi!!! Woo!
Okay, because internet is an issue with me and everything there might be a while with no updates, then! A big flush of maybe even 3 chapters. Idk. Sorry about inconveniences X3.
QOTD: If you could design any special outfit for Imogen what would it be? Write a paragraph describing it, picture the drawing of the outfit above the paragraph and dedicate it to me!!!
