Coffee Shop Encounters

♨Mystery boy strikes again♨

After my shift had ended, I walked home even though it was still drizzling. I didn't have a curfew today because I knew my mom had a late shift at her pharmacy. Walking up the front porch, I unlocked the door and shut it quietly while shrugging off my slightly wet cardigan.

Today's shift had been surprisingly normal. More normal than it had been all week. Nothing was out of the ordinary. There had been a steady flow of customers that had come in to order simple coffees - if not, a dessert to go with it - and walked out leaving me to my own thoughts. It bothered me quite a lot. Alyssa hadn't returned any of my calls or texts, and even emails, which she checked everyday and knew I hated using.

Though it wouldn't be the best thing in the world to see your best friend shut down in front of you, a part of me was really hoping that she'd come running to me during her shift, telling me that there was something that we had to talk about. If not that, then I guess a cold reply over text. Anything, but something. She couldn't just leave me hanging there like that.

I guess she just needed some time for herself. And if she doesn't bother to speak about it soon, there will be a knock on her door in the midst of the night when her mother is on a night shift.

Pouring myself a cup of lemonade, and putting some popcorn in a bowl, I sat down by the ledge near the blurry window. I loved this house because of how it was designed. I thought back to when we first bought it and my mom had asked me if I had any special requests as to how I wanted it designed, other than my room. I remembered telling her that the only thing I wanted was a ledge near the big window that let me look out on to the streets or in this case focus on the raindrops. She had been surprised that had been my only request, but what more could a 16 year old like me want.

The living room was my second favourite part of the house because of the comfy and cozy vibes it gave off. It was decorated solely to give off the homey vibe. Why live in a house that looked like everything needed to be perfect and never out of place? A house where it looked like no one lived there..

It had been just me and my mom against the world for a year and a half, and so she had a bought a house that was suitable just for the two of us.

The peace didn't last long as a commotion outside snapped me out of my daze before I could recall any other peaceful memories. Through the fogged up window I could barely make out the outline of two people, who looked to be men by their shape, in an intense argument.

After feverishly swiping at the glass, clearly amused, I pressed my forehead against it trying to make out their faces through the dark.

I smiled to myself, and stuffed some popcorn in my mouth.

This was getting good.

Their voices got louder with every sentence, and it shocked me that one of them hadn't popped a vein yet. It was times like these when I wished I had more than the average abilities.

All superheroes, may you help me now in this time of need.

And if you were thinking it were meant for me to be able to fly and be heroic or some shit, then you're most definitely wrong. I'd wish to have the invisibility cloak, so I could wrap myself in it and sit right on the road, watching a close-up on a fist blowing into a stomach.

As I thought, the boy on the left suddenly threw a punch to the boy on the right, who flew right off his feet and onto his back.

Ouch, how strong was that punch?

Throwing the empty bowl to the side I jumped off of the ledge and ran to the front door, whipping it open, without a second thought. The wind pushed past me and into the open doorway as I stood there shivering against the cold breeze looking at the two boys, my eyes growing wide.

There in front of my two story house stood mystery boy from the coffee shop and another boy sprawled out on the cement in front of him.