Hey everyone, as you know, I've been thinking of writing another fanfic for a while now but I've been stuck on a storyline/plot for sometime now and I thought just sitting around isn't gonna get it started is it? I have a brief sort of idea in my head so I'm gonna go from there. I hope you like it!
Cheryl's POV
It's a cold, bitter frosty morning and I'm making my way down the street to the local cafe, my favourite cafe, not so far away from my house just down the street and round the corner, the one I go to every morning for a cup of coffee before I go to school. The same routine every single day, nothing changes. I take the same boring route every day, watching the same people walk by, a nice sweet lady and her husband walking their little white and fluffy poodle, the elderly man on his way back from collecting his daily newspaper and several young children and their mums making their way to primary and infant school. All loving life, smiles on their faces. The children's eyes filled with joy and happiness of going to school and the elderly couple and their little dog, enjoying their day to day life. The elderly man, roughly about 65 that always says hello to me in the street and waves to me, tells me to enjoy my day, I thank him and return the pleasantries. My life is the complete opposite actually, compared to all these peoples happy lives, well from what it looks like, happy lives. I put my dark purple headphones in and skip a few tracks until I find a song I want to listen to and make my way down the street to the cafe I love so much.
I walk in and the familiar chimes of the door opening invade my ears. I dig into my pocket for any loose change I have, I pull it out revealing £1.25 enough for a coffee. I wait my turn in the short queue, looking around the place I have come to know so well, the creamy coloured walls, the wooden tables with a white table cloth draping over them, a couple of paintings hanging on the wall, a few awards for hygiene, familiar looking people sat at the same table they always sit, the cream and white coloured tiled floor and the counter not so far from where I am stood, just a simple wooden counter that matches the tables perfectly and a glass cabinet that contained biscuits, cakes, doughnuts and other types of sugary and savoury treats. Soon enough I got to the counter, I ordered my coffee barley even looking up and handed the money over and taking my coffee and walking over to the same table I always go over to and sat myself down. It was a rather secluded area of the cafe, it was set back a little bit in the corner from the rest of the tables by the window. I stirred my coffee aimlessly and daydreaming until it cooled, as usual, same routine, same events as yesterday and the day before and they day before and so on.
"Why the long face?" A warm voice came to my attention.
I looked up to see a well dressed, beautifully curvaceous girl with beautiful honey coloured hair standing before me.
"Oh..just thinking, I guess" I didn't want to go into it. Especially with a stranger, someone I had never seen, never mind spoken to before anyway.
"Do you think every morning?" The girl asked. "You sit here every morning at the same table, with the same drink and with the same look on your face" She smiled, a polite smile not a 'I feel sorry for you, sympathy' smile. It seemed genuine, which is quite unusual for someone to smile a genuine smile at me.
"What's it to you?" I shot back, it coming out harsher that it had meant to, a look of hurt fired through her eyes but she soon shook it off.
"I was just wondering that's all, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. How do you know that I'm here everyday anyway?" I questionned.
"I work here but I work in the kitchen part but I see you here every morning through the window over there" She pointed and smiled again, that smile that could seem to warm the coldest of hearts and make the saddest of people smile or the angriest of people calm.
"Why did you come over here?"
"I finished early today and thought I'd take the opportunity to see if you were okay, you don't look okay. I've never had a chance to speak to you before because you always leave before my shift is over." The girl spoke a little faster than she had prior.
"Oh right"
"Can I sit down?"
"It's a free country" I retorted.
"Good point" She giggled.
"What intrest do you have in me anyway, why would you wanna come over here?" I questionned, not really getting all this.
"Well, you always seem to come here looking upset, sit down and drink your coffee looking upset and leave looking upset"
"Suppose you have a point but that doesn't really answer my question"
"Well if you'd let me finish, I came over here like I said before to see if you were okay and because why not, nothing wrong with trying to be nice is there?"
"Hmm..well again I guess you have a point"
"I'm Kimberley"
"Cheryl"
"Soo...how are you? Honestly"
"You don't wanna know." I told her, before changing the subject quickly "How are you?"
"I'm good thanks" Kimberley replied. Dropping the subject, sensing I didn't want to go into it.
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Kimberley and I talked for a good half an hour. I found out she's from Bradford, hence her accent not being Geordie like mine, she's 18 and she moved here with her parents not so long ago. She told me she likes musical theartre and singing and dancing. She told me a few other little bits and bobs about herself like her favourite musical was Les Mis, she once had a small part in a stage production of it when she was little and her full name is Kimberley Jane Walsh. She was quite funny and witty. She seemed so kind and caring. I didn't tell her much about myself, just that I was 16, my full name is Cheryl Ann Tweedy and that I loved dancing and that was it. I wasn't going into any more of it.
"I've gotta get going or I'll be late, sorry" I told her, sincerely.
"No worries, here take my number, It was lovely speaking to you and I'd love to catch up with you again sometime?" Kimberley scribbled her number on a little off-white coloured napkin, folder it in half and gave it to me.
"Thanks" I smiled. "I'll text you so you have my number"
"Okay, bye Cheryl"
"Bye" I picked my bag up that I chucked on the floor when I sat down with my coffee earlier and I turned around to walk towards the door when she called me back.
"Oh Cheryl?"
"Yeah?"
"You have a lovely smile and you should show those gorgeous dimples off more."
I smiled again and waved before leaving the coffee shop. I put my dark purple headphones in again and made my way to school with a small smile playing on my lips.
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please, please, please let me know what you think of this. I wanna know if it's any good! So comment your thoughts, thankyou.
