The Notes Of Hazel Stone

HiM

The picture above is of Kara Royster, who will be playing Amber. I'm excited !

I'M FIVE MINUTES EARLY.

Early bird catches the worm, although I'm not sure that makes much sense in this scenario, but I've used it anyway so anyhow.

One minute has gone. Whatever is going to happen has 4 minutes to try and happen, that doesn't make sense. I feel like this is really reflecting my mental state right now.

I'm sitting on the right table - left, closest to the kitchen. Our table.

I'm nervous, anxious, edgy, fevered, febrile - whatever you want to call it, that what I'm feeling . My heartbeat is accelerating, I'm considering running out of here, but I can't - I know I can't, this is the only chance I've got to understand, there's no way I'm throwing that away.

I hear the familiar chime or the door, and whip my head at a considerable speed in that direction.

It's only Cassie. Well it could be Cassie. She could be who I'm here for.

"Hey Amber," she calls as she slides past me, I breathe in and take in her scent of Beyonce's new perfume, I roll my eyes, of course, I'm not a hater but this girl is obsessed.

She walk behind the counter and props her elbows on top of them, stopping to look at me, she stares at me for a few seconds before opening her mouth to speak.

"Is she really gone?" she whispers, disbelief laced in her voice.

I feel my throat tighten as I look away and shrug. It's such a stupid question, I'm not in the mood for stupid people. I can't deal with them today. I'm too hung up on this thing that is supposed to happen that I can't even think of a snarky reply to give back, instead I just ignore her.

She's obviously not who or what I'm looking for.

2 minutes left.

A mug of hot chocolate is placed in front of me.

"On the house," she says, her brown eyes filled with empathy. I watch as she goes back to behind the counter, her curly hair bouncing up and down, and her golden skin glistening.

I sigh, she's perfect.

I wish I could be like that.

1 minute left.

I'm not sure if I should be becoming more anxious or less anxious, on one hand they should be coming soon but on the other, I just want to get this over and done with.

30 seconds

I'm not becoming more anxious or less anxious - I'm becoming scared, terrified even, what if I've built this up to be something that its not, how will I cope with that?

10 seconds.

The chime of the door sounds again, but this time I can't bear to look, because I know it is them or it.

"Amber," a deep voice whispers, now I've got my eyes squeezed shut.

Shit, their in front of me.

Slowly I pry my eyes open.
To see familiar dark brown eyes staring right at me.
Calum.

It's Calum, why the hell is it Calum?

I pick up my bag, ready to leave; this must be some sort of sick joke. Hazel would have never arranged for me to meet this idiot. I couldn't deal with him- and she knew it.

"Hey," he says, placing his hand on my shoulder," Where are you going?"

I scoff at him and roll my eyes, "Out of here, I was supposed to be meeting someone but they haven't turned up so..." I try to get up, but his hands are firmly on my shoulder, immobilising me.