One Week

Chapter 2

"Hello, what can I get for you?" A very tall cheery women asked behind the counter.

"Hi can I just get an iced coffee with cream please?" I asked shoving a crinkly 10 dollar bill into the ladies palm. "Oh and you can keep the change."

"Thank-you miss, your coffee will be ready soon. You can sit down if you like." I nodded and walked over to a booth and sat down. Not even a minute after I sat down a familiar bell ring sounded and in came two people, one women the other a man. The man was short and round with a camera hanging around his neck. His shirt had about a thousand stains on it and his hair was slightly greasy. The women was the totally opposite, she looked like she had just walked out of a law tv show. Everything about her spelled PROFESSIONAL. I waved at them and the women nodded and pointed me out to the man. They walked over to where I was sitting and slid in across from me.

"Hello, you must be Lyric Lawrence. My name is Carol, the director of this short film." Carol said, smoothing out her poker straight hair before placing her perfectly manicured hand out to me. I shook it and turned to the man. "This is Richard he's the cameraman." Carol said.

"It's nice to meet you guys, where is my "fiancée"?" I asked, trying to break the ice with a little joke. Carol did not seem amused. "Do you think this is a joke Miss Lawrence?" She asked with a lower of her voice.

"Oh no ma'am I was just.. um wondering." I stammered clearing my throat. A faint bell rang in the distance but I ignored it.

"Well speaking of the devil here he is now." Richard said in a gravelly voice turning his head towards to door. I glanced up and saw the one boy that I didn't want to see. The boy I had a crush on for most of my highschool life, the same boy who thought I was a lame band kid. But most importantly, the same boy that caused my first seizure. There standing in the flesh was Ender Williams. He was just as attractive as I remember maybe even more. He had the greenest eyes and the darkest brown hair that was wavy and a little bit short. His father was latino so he had a caramel skin colour. Quite dark compared to my pale white skin. He is a competitive swimmer and had some amazing abs and muscles. you could see his back muscles through his shirt. His hands were quite large and he was just extremely nice to look at. I forgot how good he looked. I swallowed and tried not to show my surprise and anxiety, Ender acted as though he didn't know who I was. But I knew better. How could he forget? I had been convulsing right in front of him because of that stupid video he showed me.