CH4 : COFFEE SHOPS
[[Logan's POV]]
I'm sitting here drinking my coffee and waiting for Berlin to arrive. I honestly have no idea what will come of this, but I am hoping it is good. I do not want to lose her now. I have the chance to get her back. But I don't want to hurt her and I don't want her to hurt me. Ever since she did this to me, I have been a very quiet, all-to-myself kind of guy. I don't really have any friends.. Well more like I don't have any at all. I just like to keep to myself and do my own thing.
I see her aunt's car pull into the parking lot as I am sipping my peppermint mocha flavored coffee, and I know it's her because even if somebody else had the same car, I remember her aunt's car having a long scratch down the side. This was from when we were 11 years old, at Anberlins house riding our bikes, her aunt was visiting Berlin's mother and Anberlin rode too close to the car, the handle of her pink Barbie themed bike scraping across the white car. It was hilarious until she got introuble. We were laughing all the way in the house, but ran into a very angry Aunt Sherrie, who I guess had seen everything through the window of the dining room. I comforted her and hugged her until she stopped crying.
Anberlin smiled at me as she walked in the door, but first holding up her finger as to say, "just a second." and ordered her Carmel Frappuccino. That has been her favorite drink from Starbucks since the 8th grade. She sat down in front of me, staring into my eyes. I was speechless for a moment until I realized I am the one who asked her to come so I should probably start talking. I'm nervous so instead I take a big gulp of my coffee first.
"I feel extremely awkward talking in a coffee shop.. I literally just really wanted Starbucks," I say, chuckling, "So can we just go to my house?"
"Yes I would love that Logan. Do you need a ride?"
"Actually I do.. Let's go.."
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[[Anberlin's POV]]
While we are in the car we are reminiscing about old times.. When we got to the car he brought up the day I scratched it with my bike.. Then it kind of went from there, and we kept just saying, "Oh my god remember when..." every time each of us finished explaining the memory we brought up. His laugh is the cutest thing I've ever heard to be honest. and he smile can just light up a room. But I can't be thinking about this right now. He's my best friend and I don't even think he wants anything more than that anyway. Ugh I just really need to stop thinking like this because we will never be together. I wonder if I would still have these feelings for him if we had never stopped being friends..?
We pull into his driveway, which is empty. His parents are on a business trip until Monday.
As we walk inside, I notice it hasn't changed a bit. Spotless and gorgeous compared to my house which is the opposite. My aunt has no clue what "clean your laundry" means I guess, as well as "Hey I am doing homework please do the dishes, maybe?" All she cares about is herself. Whatever, a few more months and I am eighteen and out of that hell hole.
"Wow, hasn't changed a bit here has it?" I say. He just laughs and agrees. "You know my parents aren't the 'change' kind of type, haha."
He retrieves us some crackers from the pantry and we sit on the couch, looking at one another.
"Sooo..." I say awkwardly.. "I guess I'll start. I'm so fucking sorry Logan. For everything." I apologize, as I'm slowly becoming mezmorized by his sparkly blue eyes. I swear if you didn't know him all your life you'd think he is wearing contacts, but I remember those deep ocean blue eyes from when we were 5 years old. Our parents were good friends so Logan and I were basically forced to become best friends as well.
I can always read his mind just by the way he is sitting or the face he makes. He looks like hes arguing with himself about whether to trust me or to leave me. hes fidgeting with his hands, folding and unfolding them..
"Anberlin. I.. I..." He manages to get out, before he basically chokes on his words. What!? I swear if he says he's done, or he can't trust me, one more fucking time I will freak.
"Anberlin. I love you." he says as a single tear escapes his eye.
Why is he crying? can't he tell I feel the same?
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(A/N): Kay well I kind of had really major writers block, so i literaly ended it so dumb. This is soooo the typical fanfic now.. ugh. but I will change it up I swear!
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-Angie
