Unpredictable Love

Chapter 11

Chapter 11
A bump causes my car to jolt, as my front tires hit the parking curb. I put the car into park and glance around the plaza, from the address that Scarlotte gave me. My hand slips into the back pocket of my jeans and I pull out my cell phone.

My thumbs quickly begin typing Scarlotte asking her of her where abouts. Just as I'm finishing up my text, a vibration trembles throughout my phone and I laugh as I see a new text from Scarlotte.

*I see you, silver mustang. Look left*

I finish reading her message, and look left just as she instructs. A slim brunette girl stands, propped against a wall beside a small café. I laugh and tap lightly on my car horn twice, jokingly. I climb out of my car and grab my wallet, before locking the doors. I make my way towards Scarlotte, and as I near her I take in her outfit. Scarlotte's wearing a lacy black shirt that partially exposes her midriff and turquoise high waisted shorts, the turquoise bangles on her wrist match perfectly. She's wearing black dress sandals and I mentally applaud myself for wearing my cute maroon wedges rather than my converse.

The distance between us decreases and Scarlotte flashes me a lovely smile. "Wow, you look gorgeous!" She praises and I smile broadly at her.

"I love the dream catcher on your shirt." She tacks on to her sentence.

"Thanks, the dream catcher shows how reality is like a bad dream, and I'm living in a nightmare." I say. Scarlotte gapes at me.

"Seriously? That's genius!" She says in shock. I burst into laughter as I shake my head no.

"I'm totally kidding, I pulled that out of my ass. I just thought the shirt was cute." I explain through giggles.

Scarlotte swats my arm, before joining in on my laughter. When we calm down slightly, she leads me inside of the coffee shop. A small bell jingles as Scarlotte jerks the door open. Not many people pay attention to us as we enter and a middle aged woman greets us with a warm smile. "Hello Scarlotte, and who is this lovely young lady?" She speaks in a soft voice as we come closer to the counter. "Hey Ms. Joy, this is my friend Karleigh and she just moved here from Atlanta." Scarlotte introduces us and I smile at the lady and mumble a quick hello. I've never been good with people.

My eyes skim over the menu, which appears to be a chalkboard with extremely colorful, neat writing. I'm not even a huge coffee drinker, but I don't wanna be rude So I randomly select something.

"Uh, I'll get a mocha frappe, extra whipped cream please." I tell Ms. Joy and she happily types in my order. Scarlotte orders but I don't pay any attention to her. My mind is busy thinking about my father. He loved mocha frappes, maybe that's why I ordered it. When I was younger my dad would order mocha frappes and he would give me all of his whipped cream.

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"You're sure you don't want anything?" My dad asks me for the seventh time since we entered his favorite coffee shop.

"Daddy! Kids don't drink coffee!!!" I giggle and slap his hand away as he attempts so tickle me.

"They don't?" He feigns confusion, and I laugh even harder. My father tilts his straw towards me, "Here, just try it." He insists. I stare into his eyes, and he smiles at me. I can't say no to him when he's so happy that way. "Fiiiiiiine." I act repulsed to the idea. I clamp my index finger and thumb over my nose as I place my lips on his straw. Quickly, I gulp down the chilly mocha frappe and scrunch my nose up in disgust.

"Ew, daddy!" I exaggerate. It really isn't that bad, I just love to tease my dad.

He purses his lips. "You are crazy. Just like your mother, how do you two not like mochas?" He rhetorically asks and I shrug. He sips on his drink for a while longer, before pulling his whipped cream covered staw from the cup and sticking it out towards me.

As I move in to lick the whipped cream, he moves the straw away from me. I laughed and attempted to catch the straw with my mouth but my dad continued to dodge my mouth. He chuckled, "Alright I'm done, here." He said reaching the straw towards me, sincere this time. I smile great fully and lean in. Just as I'm about to lick some whipped cream, my dad pokes the straw against my nose, smearing whipped cream all over my face. I die laughing as I lick all the cream off of my face. My Dad laughed and watched me, and I couldn't stop laughing either.

An elderly woman approached us with a smile on her wrinkled face. "I'm sorry I just couldn't help but notice how adorable you and your daughter are. How old is she?" The woman speaks to my Dad. "Thank you, she's seven." the old woman smiles at me and nods before walking away.

Wow. I was seven years old, never then would I have been able to grasp the concept of loosing someone so beloved to me. Not my Dad. Especially because we didn't get that much time together to begin with.

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A hand waves in front of my face and I blink rapidly for a second. "You okay?" Scarlotte asks me as she hands me my mocha frappe, breaking me from my trance.

"Sorry..." I murmur as I grasp my drink and take my first sip, giving me a sip of nostalgia. Only a few moments have passed, but in my daydream it had seemed like hours...

"So yeah, how was that date you were telling me about?" She asked enthusiastically as we took a seat in a booth.

My cheeks filled with warmth and I fiddle my thumbs trying to form a comprehendible sentence. "Well, He's a little odd, first he took me to an airport," I could already see the confusion forming on Scarlotte's face and I couldn't help but giggle. "and we had dinner at the airport, while people watching..." I trail off as I see Scarlotte start to laugh.

"That's adorably creative though!" She squeals. "What else?" She encourages.

"Uh, well after that he took me to an aquarium and that was fantastic!" I said not being able to contain my smile any longer. Scarlotte's smile grew as she saw mine appear. For some reason I felt like I've known Scarlotte a lot longer than I actually have, she seems so genuine.

"So did you kiss him, or what?" Her blatant words surprise me and I laugh awkwardly.

"Damn, that was straightforward. Yeah, we kissed but not on the same day as our date." I answer truthfully. Scarlotte claps a few times before staring at me, blankly.

"Ok, so do you like him?" She demands to know. I'm not sure how honest I want to be with her. I hardly know her...

"Yes." My words betray my mind, I haven't even confessed that to myself yet, but here I am telling my new friend. When I raise my eyes to look at Scarlotte she's grinning at me strangely.

"You're new at this aren't you?" She asks sincerely, not trying to make fun of me. I roll my eyes.

"No!" I spit a little rudely. I mean I had dated Micheal for almost a year. But I hated Micheal, I was only with him because he was always all over me and he hung out with my group of friends frequently. Now that I think about it, I am kind of new at this.

Scarlotte throws her hands up, as if saying 'Relax, no harm done.'

"Well here's what you gotta do. When you leave here call him and ask if you could take him on a date. Girls never take guys on dates, so it'll be cute." She explains and I think she sounds ridiculous.

"Scarlotte, you are insane." I say and laugh.