Glancing down at my phone for what seems like the millionth time, I look to see if it has been half an hour yet. On one side I really want time to speed up, so I can get to this lunch already, yet on the other I wish time would slow down, meaning I wouldn't have to go at all. I can already tell this situation is going to be very awkward considering I know how the two of them are, yet they are probably going to try their hardest not to show any of the signs of a failing relationship.
I am just going to have to go along with it and hope for the best. This is seriously going to be like a movie that doesn't even make it to theatres and just goes straight to dvd because it has such bad acting.
Checking the time once again, I notice that I am fact late now. Fuck. I gather up my things and rush down to the other side of the mall to get to Chipotle without letting them think I'm not showing up. I begin to run through the people, when I realize how ridiculous I must look. I can just see the people around me giving me weird looks. Yeah I'm just going to casually speed walk now. There is no need for unwanted attention right now.
"Hey there she is!" A recognizable high pitched voice announces my arrival. I had not known that they were all in fact waiting on me because no one seems to have any food in front of them.
"Were you guys waiting on me? You didn't have to..." I begin to apologize, but Amy cuts me short.
"Oh don't even worry about it. We haven't been here long!" She makes her way into the line as the others follow behind her like she is their leader in a way. However, I don't see the one face that's makng me uneasy about this little gathering.
"Where's your...um...boyfriend?" I ask quietly, hoping he decided on not coming after all.
"Oh he's in the bathroom, but he should be out shortly." Damn.
Knowing that he is in fact here, I try to scope out who else I will be eating lunch with, wodering if they will be good enough to keep my mind off of Asher. Luckily, they all seem like pretty okay people from what I can tell.
There is about three others with us, two girls and a guy. Each one even more hipster than the next. The male appears to be simple, wearing a dark blue tshirt and jeans rolled up at the bottom. His dark black hair's slick by with more gel than one should use. The two girls, on the other hand, are both dressed almost identical with long skinny jeans that have holes up and down the leg, and an over sized flannel. Each with either a hat or headband to top of the look. I already know that I am not going to fit in as well as I thought, but hey I might as well go with it.
"Hi, I'm...Katie," Sticking out my hand towards the brunette hipster, I take it upon myself to introduce myself to them. Well kind of, considering I'm not giving them my actual name. The girl gives me a kind smile and gladly shakes my hand in return.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Sam, and that's Elizabeth.." She motions for the girl just behind her to come forward to say hi to me. She just gives me a slight wave and continues on talking to the other male in the group. "So I hear you're friends with Amy and Kyle. I'm surprised you are just now meeting Asher."
"Why's that?"
"Well Amy is literally attached to Asher, and he's always with Kyle. We are lucky enough to have this day with just the two of them," Sam begins to explain. "Amy wasn't always like that though. It was just recently, a few...maybe more...months ago where she really became attatched, and I mean attached."
"Is she some sort of psycho or something?" I ask with full of intent of being serious, but Sam actually found it humorous.
"If I didn't know her as well as I do...I would think she was. I swear I have no idea how Asher deals with it. He..." She stops talking in the middle of her sentence and peers around me. I mimic her actions and look over my shoulder to see what she's looking at.
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