coffee shop | emilio martinez

Chapter Five

Emilio's P.O.V.

"Emilio get up!"

I groan and plop my face straight into the pillow, not wanting to get up. Whoever was waking me up is definitely getting it later.

"Ughh why." I mumble into my pillow. Why did I have to wake up? Why can't I sleep in bed all day?

After many attempts to fall back asleep, all of them failing, I finally sit up in bed and look around. There were mouse traps all around my room. And by all around my room, I mean everywhere.

My mouth goes into an O shape, assuming my brother did this as it is only us two living together.

"IVAN!" I yell at the top of my lungs.

I hear loud footsteps slamming against the hard wood floor, along with some slight giggling.

"I finally pranked you back bro!" Ivan says while pointing a camera at me, trying to contain his laughter.

"I'm going to kill you." I growl, accidentally loosing my step and having one of the mousetraps slam close on one of my toes.

"MIERDA!" (SHIT) I yell, getting the mouse trap off as soon as possible. Well, that's going to leave a mark.

I look up to see Ivan uncontrollably laughing, trying his best to hold the camera still.

I look to the side of my bed, seeing a broom leaning against a whole bunch of packed boxes that I was using yesterday to clean my room. I reach for it, and immediately start brooding the mouse traps away from me, making a small walkway.

I get up and sprint towards Ivan, definitely killing him.

••••

After I kept bothering Ivan to clean the mess, he finally cleans it, making it safe for me to finally go in my room and get ready.

I look at my clock and realized it was about the time I go to the coffee shop, so I hop in the shower quickly.

I think about the beautiful girl, that I have just met. It's crazy that she had more balls than me! She came up to me and started talking to me.

All these weeks we have been staring at each other and occasionally a wave, but I never got the courage to talk to her, I mean she was gorgeous. I'm not sure if these feelings are me liking her, or i'm just very fond of her and want to be friends.

The thing was, she caught my attention. Her beauty wasn't just external, it was internal as well. She was super nice and caring, but had the side of her where she joked around with you. Whenever she made a joke, she got excited; her eyes would light up, and her long lashes would become more noticeable. Because she knew the joke already and thought it was so funny, she couldn't contain herself. And after she tells you the joke, she busts out laughing, her laugh is loud and carefree. Like she didn't care who heard her laugh, but she was being herself.

I step out of the shower, and wrap a towel lowly around my waist. I walk into my closet, debating on what to wear.

I slip on a black shirt, with black ripped jeans, and checkered vans.

I walk out of the closet fully dressed while rubbing the towel through my light brown locks, drying it.

I spray on my favorite cologne and deodorant, and leave my hair natural.

I finish with some non scented lotion, grab my phone, wallet, and car keys and make my way out.

"Ooh look at Emilio all dressed up, where are you going bro?" Ivan asks me while pointing the camera at me.