The Things I Thought Were Beautiful.

Part 2

- "This is when you first met Trevor. Correct?"     "Officially. Yes."

    I felt bad for disturbing him. For all I know he could have been doing something very important. It's not very uncommon for people to become upset when they're disturbed. That's what I was most afraid of. I didn't want our first time meeting to end with me apologizing repeatedly for fucking up and disturbing his peace. 

    After what felt like to most amount of sweat my body had ever produced, I finally made my way over to him. Maybe I was feeling extremely influenced by Breah (who was watching my every move diligently, probably to make sure I didn't bitch out), or maybe I just forgot how to act properly, but without saying a word to him, I pulled the extra seat out from underneath the table, and sat down and stared at him. No words. I just stared. 

    His eyes met mine, and grew a bit wide, almost like a surprised baby. He looked gently around the shop for what I would assume were cameras. Maybe he thought he was being pranked. Which is not entirely untrue, because I was the biggest joke there was. 

    "Uhm. Hi? Can I help you?"

"Oh, ha. Yano. I just saw you over here alone and, well, I was alone kind of, and I thought, no one should be alone. Ever."

Shit.

    "Ever? Not even in showers?"

"We'll, there are a few exceptions. Coffee shops are not one of them."

    He laughed. Which was gold. Not the fake kind of gold that you get when you're a kid. But the real kind. In the form of a smile. Not that he had yellow teeth, or a grill, or anything disgusting like that.  His teeth were white and grill-less. But his smile itself was like, pure gold. 

    "I'm Trevor."

"I'm Noah."

    I look back at Breah, who is smiling like a goat on acid. If only she knew how much I was sweating, she would call me a 'pussy-boy' again. 

    "It's nice to meet you, Noah."

"Yeah it's nice to meet you as well. I see you a lot in here."

    "I come here mainly for the peace and quiet. Not that I mind your company. It's just a good place to escape from stress at home."

"Yeah I totally understand. I usually come here just to read and get coffee. Do you drink coffee? You never seem to have any. Not that I look at you a whole lot but you know, just an observation."

He laughed again. I'm a comic.

    "Yeah, I do, I just never really bring any money with me."

I found it odd that he didn't bring money to a coffee shop. Almost everybody who goes to a coffee shop buys some coffee. I think its a rule, or something. But I knew that as soon as I opened my mouth, I would try to  bombard him with an extensive amount of personal questions like 'How old are you?' or 'Where do you live?', which was something that I didn't want to do. I didn't want to scare him away. After all, we had just met.

"So where do you live?"

    "I live over by Saint Mary's. A few blocks from there."

"Oh you go to Saint Mary's? My parents were talking about having me go there once school starts back up. Finishing junior year was pretty tough at Castle Hayne. They think that sending me to private school will help me 'Make friends.'" 

    "I'm actually home schooled. Which I hate. I'm trying to go to an actual school next year though. I'll be a senior too. I want to graduate at least knowing what socializing is like."

"We're socializing right now."

    "Do you have a lot of friends?"

This question didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. I had always felt a bit uneasy about the fact that I had no friends. For some reason, feeling uneasy didn't happen when I talked to Trevor. 

"I have one. I'm pretty new here, from North Carolina. I'm not exactly the kind of guy who makes friends easily. She's right over there."

I looked over at Breah, who is still staring and smiling. Even though I wasn't uncomfortable saying no, I felt more comfortable saying yes, I do have a friend. 

"We met not too long ago. She's absolutely crazy."

She could tell we were talking about her, so she stood up and made her way to the table with an aplomb that was incomparable. 

    "So when's the wedding?" She asked.

You've got to be kidding me. I looked at her with eyes that meant death.

Trevor just looked confused.     "What?"

      "Ha. Kidding. I'm Breah".

"Hey Breah. I'm Trevor, nice to meet you."

       "Yeah, totally is Trevor! Noah and I were just talking about - "

"BOOKS." I interjected. "We were talking about books and then I saw that you were over here, alone. Right?"

"Ha. Yep. I love reading. I'm a read-a-holic. Books. But hey! Wild idea. You boys want to go somewhere else? We can go downtown."

      "I don't have a car Breah."

"We walk." She said. "It's not that far. I walked all the way here from the city."

I was about to explain to Breah my mom dropped me off and probably didn't want me out walking to the city with strangers. But then I thought about Trevor. I didn't want him to think I was some pussy-boy. 

Then he interjected.

"I have a car. I can drive us?"

       "Deal." Breah looked at me in an almost suggestive expression. "Trevor will drive."

"Alright. Cool. Sounds good."

I smiled at Trevor. I wonder if he could tell how nervous I was about the whole thing. I feel like he could, because he looked at me and smiled his beautiful smile as almost to say, 'No worries.'

Right then. No worries.