Being Samantha Everhart (Amazingphil Fanfic)

Chapter Two

Being cooped up in the house that weekend was horrible, I tried to get out by running errands.

       “Hey mom!” I wrapped my arms around her waist sweetly. “Do you want me to go walk over to the grocery store to get some food?” My mom chuckled.

       “I should say no but your father is at work right now, “ She bit her lip. “I do need a few ingredients for my recipe.”

“I promise I’ll go straight to there and back. No detours, I swear.” I held my hands up as if I was surrendering. “You can trust me.” Mom swiveled around and grabbed her keys.

       “Take the car, it’s too hot outside.” She gave me a list of ingredients and  tossed  the car keys and at me and I nearly sprinted out the door. I was rarely allowed to drive since I turned sixteen because my parents hated the fact that driving a car gave me complete independence. I revved up the engines and checked my phone to see if Mom texted me the ingredients. Once she did, I pulled out of the driveway and started to steer towards the Hill, okay so maybe I was taking one quick detour. I made it to my destination in less than four minutes and walked into the building I had pulled up into. I breathe in the heavy  smell of coffee in the shop. I loved the sound of cups clanging form being sent down, and the air was thick and heavy. The Camo had no Starbucks, only a crappy local coffee shop that served crappy coffee. I often came to The Hill to quickly get my coffee and leave, no lingering around.

       “I’ll take a tall caramel frappuccino,” I ordered. The barista wrote my name on a cup, and started to take the order of the next person in line. I checked my phone as I waited in line, glad today was not a busy day. It was a late Monday afternoon and it was too hot for people to be cramped in a car just or some coffee, but if you’d been stuck inside for as long as I’d been you be willing to. Finally, my name was called and I almost sprinted to collect my drink. My drink was intercepted from me when a male hand darted out and grabbed it. As his lips pursed around my drink I saw him glance at my outstretched hand. He had eyes that were a mix of blue and green, raven colored hair that almost fell past his eyes but the fringe stopped at his ears.

“Is this your-,” he exclaimed. “Oh I’m so sorry!” He pointed at another frap on the counter.

“You can take mine, it’s the same order.” He handed me is supposed to be drink.”

“It’s fine it happens to me all the time.” I said as I took the coffee.

“Want to sit with me?” He asked nervously. I tried to take in as much of him as I could. He wore black skinny jeans that matched his tall lanky figure, a blue t-shirt, and black high tops.

“I don’t sit with strangers, what’s your name?” I joked. I saw him stick his hands in his pocket, nervously rocking back and forth.

“Phillip,” He sipped his drink. “Phillip Lester.”

“That’s a blood proper name.” I said in my best British accent.

“I’m not fully British, only my dad’s side is. He jeered back at me. “I’ve never even been to England, though I wish I had the accent. It would charm all the ladies.” He wiggled his eyebrows as we sat down at a table.

“Trust me, your looks alone makes me swoon,” I confessed. Phillips eyes widened and he leaned forward as if to hear me better. “Oh Philip that can’t be the first time you’ve heard that.”

“Call me Phil,” He insisted. “And yes, that is the first time a girl has been so direct with me. Especially on the first date.” I could feel my face get hot and my cheeks probably were splotched with red.