My Starbucks Boy

15¤ Boxing Day and 🎁s

"Are you sure they're gonna be there?"

"Yes Adrien. Now hurry up, I don't wanna keep Damien waiting any longer"

"Having a boyfriend has changed you so much" I muttered under my breath, while pulling on a second sweater.

"How exactly?" She asked, putting down the eyeliner she was about to apply.

"Look at your hand. What're you holding?"

"Eyeliner?"

"Exactly! You used to detest make up. So since when did you start using eyeliner and all that? And you wear dresses every other day. Even in the cold! I mean not that it's bad, but the change is just too sudden"

Her face paled a bit, then a frown settled in.

"That, or you're just mad that I'm changing for the better. I'm happier like this. In case you didn't notice"

"Happier? Oh my God since when did Jasmine become happy in a dress above her knees, and boots with heels? Since when did you start slapping on red lipstick everywhere you go? I love you, and I don't think this is a bad thing that you're using makeup or dressing up more. But I just think it's being forced"

"Whatever Adrien. Are you done? Let's just go"

"Yeah I'm ready" I sighed, feeling horrible and responsible for the frown on her face. But it was serious.

Jasmine even trimmed her eyebrows. That was the most hurtful of all.

Before she brutally destroyed them, she used to have eyebrows like Cara Delevigne. Only hers were darker. And she was proud of them. I was proud of them too. She even vowed never to trim them.

But once she came home one day with her hair neatly trimmed, and her eyebrows plucked, I knew that this whole thing had gone over board.

"Jas?" I nudged the obviously annoyed girl, while we trekked to Starbucks.

"Leave me alone"

"Listen, I'm super sorry I made you feel bad. But you know I'm right. This isn't you. There's gotta be some reason behind all this change. And I'm pretty sure it's not Damien"

The guy is a hippie. He couldn't care less for all this. So there had to be another reason why.

"It's his mother" she finally sighed, her eyes watering.

"I knew- wait what? I didn't know that. Not one bit. How even?"

I could sight the café from where we stood, but I decided it would be best to stay outside and talk.

"Not that she told me to. She didn't say that. But I remember Damien telling me once that his mom was a make up fanatic. And I really wanted to please her. Hence the phase"

"But you still didn't manage to please her two days ago, now did you?"

"No. But I was thinking that maybe if-"

"If what, Jasmine? That if you put on a shit ton of makeup she'd like you? You know better than that"

"I feel like a little kid right now" she giggled, wiping her eyes.

"Well you are a goat. Duh" I smiled, hugging her fully.

"That made no sense" she sighed again, taking my hand and continuing our walk to Starbucks.

"Yes it does. A baby goat is called a kid. Smartass"

"Oh. I knew that"

"That's my line you rotten egg"