ALONE

-SIX-

"H-hi." Mea trys to smile, as she brushes back a stray hair.

Ian smiles at her shyness and then asks her, "So who was your friend?" Mea watched him scratch his neck, then slide his hands in his black jean pockets. And she flushed.

He was just her friend Rey. "Rey. We've been friends for a few weeks." She didnt know what else to say.

Ian nodded and then drapped his arm over her shoulder and giuded her in the direction of work. "Walking?"

Mea looked up into his beautiful eyes. "That was the plan, yes."

"Ill give you a ride. Besides I am dying for a coffee." His smile was slow braking, starting at the corners folding up. Mea already loved it.

"Well then. Thanks." She didnt even try to fight her smile. They walked up to a truck that was rusty and blue. It looked old and the door squeaked when she opened it.

Ian held the door open for her as she scurried to the back to put on her apron. As she came out tieing as she walked, Mea noticed Ian hadent left. He stood waiting at the counter, with his hair falling into his beautiful eyes. His keys dangled off his finger as he hummed 'Go to hell for heavens sake' by Bring me the Horizon.

Mea smiled at him. "So what can I get you?" She asked happily.

Ian flushed, embaressed that Mea had heard him humming. "Uh a small mocacciono I guess." He grabbed at his neck as he spoke.

Mea set off making the coffee. She began to hum to Antivist to try and help him with his smile. Ian softly sang the words and a grin had cracked at the corners if his beautiful lips. She didnt have to turn to know it either.

Turning she found Ian sitting in a chair writting vigorously in a woren out looking notebook. His brows were kitted tightly together, and his lips twitched with each pen stroke. He didnt look up at her till she walked up to the table. Ian slapped the book closed and pretended she hatent noticed it. She didnt pry, just smile. "Here you go. You dont have to stay you could go-If you want to I mean."

Ian seemed bothered by somthing, so she looked down and pulled at her fraying sleeves. He grasped her hand in his;they easily enveloped hers. "I want to stay. I really dont mind waiting a few hours."

Mea smiled and looked down at her hands in his. She also noticed her sleeves ridding upwards, and anxiously wanted to tug them down again, but didnt want to risk braking their hands off first. "So movie aftet or pizza. Your call." Ian said throug another unearthly smile. The fleeting thought that he wasnt of this earth crossed her mind but she brushed it aways as quickly as it rose. Mea's sleeves were riding dangerously high.

"Uh movie sounds good. I got to get to work though..." Craaaaaap. As he brushed his thumb against hers, the angry lines that marked her agonizingly pale skin of her arms, decided to say hello to him.

Ian noticed. His eyes broke a thousand times, as though his dog had died infront of him. shit. shit. shit. This wasnt good. She was just getting used to feeling the small fleets of happy moments that he gave her so freely. Shit. She turned on a dime, and got back to work.

As she worked, he sat scribbling in his book. He looked up at her with a worried smile many times, and she got a flutter in her stomach every time she caught him looking.

As soon as her shift was over, she hurried and grabbed herself a greentea on her way out. "Ready to get out of here?" Mea asked almost sighlently.

She could have swore she saw him falter, but then he nodded. "Yes. Sure." He seemed off.