Bonnie & Clyde

Chapter 2: Familiarity

I was cleaning off the counters at the local smoothie shop I worked in. It was a Friday and the place was relatively busy but it wasn't anything that I couldn't handle.

Usually during the summer it was at its most hectic, but given the fact that fall was just around the corner, it was a lot calmer than those hot summer days. People more often than not just came in as mostly a mingling type thing this time of year; with school coming soon and the cooler weather starting to kick in.

I walked over to the smoothie machines and began cleaning them. I heard the chimes of the bells as the door swung open but didn't bother looking around to see who it was.

"Is it just me or are all of the hot ones way too old for us?" I heard a voice behind me ask. I didn't have to look to know that the voice belonged to Sammy.

I rolled my eyes as a small smile appeared on my lips. "Maybe you just have a thing for older guys."

Ignoring my comment, Sammy said, "Why can't I just be eighteen already?" Her shoulders slumped downward as I turned and leaned against the counter.

Her many charm brackets rattled and clanked as she pulled different levers on the accompanied smoothie machine. Sammy had always reminded me of a cat with a bell on her. She was naturally quiet but could always be heard whenever she was doing something.

"You've got about a year left," I said.

She looked at my dryly. "Try a year and three months. I'm not even seventeen yet."

"But you practically look seventeen." I said putting more napkins into the dispenser.

"Please," she said as she handed a customer their smoothie. "I hardly look twelve." It was true. Sammy did look young for her age. "You on the other hand," she said turning to me, "already look like you could pull of a young looking college freshman."

I rolled my eyes. I looked a little older, sure, but I still looked like a high school punk. Which I totally was. "No," I said with a shake of the head. "I don't." I reached over and grabbed some straws. "And even if I did, it wouldn't be that crazy since I'm basically seventeen already."

"Oh yeah," Sammy said. "Your birthday's coming up."

"You'd think after the eight years of our friendship, you'd actually remember when my birthday was," I said with an eye roll. I put more straws into the little cups that we kept on the counter for customers.

She brushed my arm lightly. "You know how bad at dates I am."

"Yeah," I said. "History class with you definitely proved that to me."

She glared at me but a small smile spread across her lips. She rolled her eyes and began wiping the counter.

"But seriously," she said. "All the hot ones are too old for us."

"What brought this on?" I asked. It wasn't unusual for Sammy to talk about boys, but this time in particular it seemed as though it was brought on by something a little more specific.

"The Greek God sitting in the corner," she said with a nod of her head. I followed her gaze and had to stop what I was doing to truly soak up what I was seeing.

He was drop dead gorgeous.

He had pale skin and dark circles under his eyes and loose dark blond curls that hung over them. His jaw line made me swoon and his appearance lodged butterflies into my stomach.