I sigh as i walk into the Starbucks. Its 6:00 on a monday morning.
I absolutely need coffee.
I walk up to the front counter and put some change on the counter.
"Just a black coffee please."
I say.
"Name?"
The barista says
"Gavin."
I say instinctively.
Finally i look up and see the baristas face.
Lord.
No stop thinking. You have Vince.
"It'll be up in a bit."
The guy says.
Orchid.
His name tag read.
I sit down at the stool at the bar,
Orchid? What kind of name is orchid?
Its still hot.
No!
No!
You have to think of Vince.
You have a boyfriend you love, you cant think about coffee shop countermen.
My phone buzzes.
>>Hey
Its Vince
<<hey i was just thinking about you!
>>heh... Thats funny...
<<hey are you okay?
>>not really.
<<whats wrong?
>>there's something i need to tell you.
<<...what
>>i know, you think im emo and all, but i just cut my hair, bought new clothes, and i took out my snakebites.
<<wow...thats alot.
>>but theres something else i changed too.
<<what..
>>most of this stuff was a way for me to rebel against my parents. Im older and i need to mature. I lied about having all those dark interests like bands and shows and death.. Etc.
But i was lying to my parents and to myself not only about that stuff... But about who i am.
<<wdym vince youre scaring me...
>>i have been lying to you this whole time.
>>Gavin... Im straight. And i have had a girlfriend for a while now...
>>gavin please dont be mad we can still be friends!
Click.
I shut off my phone.
My teardrops make drops on my phone screen.
"Coffee for Gavin?"
I walk over to the counter wiping away tears.
I grab my coffee.
"Hey are you o-"
I run out the door of the cafe.
My vision blurs as i run down the street.
The rain on my head is cold.
I keep running, until im down the alleyway shortcut.
I keep running.
Running from everything.
As i run down the alley i step into a puddle that looked shallower than it was, and i trip. My coffee spills everywhere.
I just sit there, my ankle burning like hell.
I just sit there and sob.
I lift up my pant leg and look at my ankle.
Bleeding, and purple.
I slowly move my leg out of the puddle and set it down.
Im soaked.
In tears, coffee, blood, and alleyway junk.
Footsteps patter down the way i entered the alleyway.
Orchid.
"Oh my god"
I see him mouth words.
He runs over at incredible speeds.
"Shit, are you okay?"
He asks with furrowed brows.
"No..not really."
He grabs the crack of my leg and and lifts my leg up, blood dripping from my leg.
"Doctors always say keep it elevated."
He says, his hair and beard soaking wet.
I stick my hand in my pocket, and reach my phone, which is nowhere to be found.
My phone, cracked and in a puddle is 5 feet away from me.
"Here ill call an ambulance."
He says.
He takes off his green apron and wraps it around my leg, leaving him in just a t-shirt, soaking wet.
I keep sobbing as he calls the ambulance, and he says "Its gonna be okay." Over and over again.
