Coffee Friends ft. Ashton Irwin

3.

Ashton fond.
Ilia fond.

I start blushing softly by the way his beautiful eyes stare at me. I think I'm going to give up finding out where I know him from. He's starting at me like I need to give him an answer. Right! An answer! "Uhh.. didn't do much either. Just work and Netflix" I reply while feeling ashamed of my answer. Now it sounds like I have no life.. not like I have one tho.

"Relatable," I reply, laughing slightly. "I recognize you so much, but I don't know from what. I recognize your voice, your face, your attitude.. But I really don't know from what. It creeps me out." Yikes. That sounded kinda creepy and mean. "I'm sorry if that sounded rude or anything, I definitely didn't mean to sound rude. It just confuses me... I'm awkward. I'm so sorry." I smile uncomfortably as I take a sip of my coffee, that's now starting to get kinda cold.

I laugh awkwardly by what he says and the way he reacts on what he said. Honestly I was thinking the exact same thing but I feel like it's really weird to say that. Who am I kidding? Who gives a fuck! Not like I'm seeing him ever again. "Actually, you look familiar to me too. Funny." I try to say in normal way. He's different then other boys I know. He actually cares about what I say and he doesn't look weird at me if I say something stupid. I'm really starting to like this guy.

I smile widely. "Really?!" I almost shout, starting to blush. "I-I mean.. Oh, really." I try to do this really manly voice, but ofcourse, I fail miserably. As always. "How is that possible, though? I did have this friend called Ilia in the past but.. yeah."

A friend I the past? I mean yea I had a friend in the past but I don't really remember his name and he doesn't really look like Ashton, well maybe a little bit. I decide to let it go cause the change is too small that it's him. The conversation is starting to get .. I don't know, not that interesting so I decide to ask something completely different. "So do you have a girlfriend?" I ask while it feels like my cheeks are fiery red.

"No, everybody hates me." I joke, even though it's true. "Some things happened in the past why everyone denies talking to me now, even though these things were fake as shit." I feel my eyes burning which means I'm about to break down. I try not to cry, and luckily I can wipe this one tear away. "But no, I don't."

When I see that it's hurting him to talk about the past I continue asking about his love life. "Don't you feel like you need one?" I giggle. While waiting for his answer I look dawn. I rest my eyes on his hand which is resting on his lap. His hands are actually pretty big. I think it would be really nice to hold hands like those.

"I-I don't know. I really don't know. I'm too socially awkward." I giggle softly. I hate talking about my past so much. I remember me being in jail for multiple months because everyone blamed me for murder, I remember all my friends leaving me one by one, I remember my family hating me, I remember feeling like I wasn't worth any of these people, I wasn't worth it. And maybe, I'll never be worth it. And oh, I remember the people in jail so much. 'Murderer!' they would yell at me, they'd beat the shit out of me and the police did nothing. Although I didn't kill anyone. Why would I?

Socially awkward hm? I don't think I'm like that. I mean yes I blush sometimes when I'm about to say or ask something risky but I almost always say or ask what I want. Of course I won't say offensive shit unless the person really deserves it. Let's say I'm a risk taker with manners! I know told myself I probably won't see him again but I actually really want to see him again. I really enjoy being with him and talking with him. "You are not that awkward" I giggle. "Excuse me?! I'm in a hurry can I have my damn coffee?!" A lady in front of the counter yells. "I'm so sorry" I politely say while I run up to the counter and help the lady with her order.