Our Summer Stories

2am (Chapter 5)

The night had passed and we were well in to morning. I checked my watch, 2:15, yup. We had managed to drink all the vodka and all the rum Harry had found in the back. Caroline had left about 2 hours ago after hanging up on her phone call, saying she had enough for one night. Tyler had almost passed out so Logan had decided to walk him back to his house which wasn’t too far. Chris and I sat at a small table in the back, waiting for Harry to bring us the coffee we so craved.

Chris kept tapping on the table, a steady beat, surprising after all the drinks.

“Are you a drummer?” I asked.

He stared up at me confused, like he wasn’t expecting a question.

“Uh, no, no I’m not.”

“Oh, It seemed like it, you’ve been ‘drumming’ all night, I mean after that musical outburst…”

“No no, I got no musical talent.” He looked down at his feet, his hands stopped their beating.

“Well I sure as hell couldn’t do that!” I pointed at his hands. He smiled vaguely; I doubt he was complemented often. Now looking at Chris, his face seemed to hang. His cheek bones sat low, and his curly dark blond hair meshed over his eyes. He was tall, not taller than Harry or Logan, but a tall man none the less.

“Three coffees for three drunks.” Harry chuckled placing them in front of us, and pulling up a chair.

“Thanks mate, but Imma take a t’go” Chris stumbled up. “Ma mums gotta be gett’n worried.” Chris left the Bakery leaving Harry and I in silence.

“What’s up with Chris?” I asked him.

He swallowed his coffee before asking “Wha’d you mean?”

“He just seems… sad, I guess.”

“Nahhh, that’s just Chris, he’s always upset about something.”

I nodded in understanding. Just being sad was something I often felt. We sat and drank our coffee for a while, Harry making remarks about how the coffee was shit and that’s why he drank tea. We talked about childhood, both agreeing on our favorite cartoons and books. He told me the story of how he once ‘accidently’ hit a customer in the face…with his cake. We both broke out into hits of laughter, causing me to actually cry.

“Hey! If anyone says shit about my mum, they have it coming!” He said, still laughing. I hadn’t realized the anger he must have felt. I looked at my watch 2:43, I couldn’t help it when my eyes widened. I stood up quickly cursing more than I should have.

“What!?” Harry asked alarmed.

“Ugh, I just, I need to go, If Nan comes to check that I’m-”

“I understand” Harry interrupted, he was now standing to.

I walked to the door, Harry trailing behind me. I spun around, not realizing how close he really was, our noses were almost touching. “Thanks,” I murmured, if I spoke any louder, I might scare him. “And, you were right, this was the perfect escape.” I didn’t look at his eyes, as I usually did. My eyes were fixed on his lips. My back and his hands rested against the door. I was pinned.

“Well,” He brushed his nose against mine, his hair lightly touching my forehead. His head turned as our cheeks touched and he whispered in my ear, “We all need an escape.” I let out a deep breath. My toes turning numb, my knees threatening to fall. One of his hands left the door and found its way through my hair. His face turned back to be right in front of me, but we didn’t make eye contact. His eyes stared down, a smile turning on his face, his lips curling. He finally looked up, and with that our lips collided. My head tilted as I gave in. My arms flew up around his neck, pulling him closer. His fingers traced my back, guiding me towards him. We came up for air only to dive back in. His lips were like satin, so warm and comforting. This was pleasure.