"I never caught your name?" I smirked, raising my eyebrows at her.
"Kennedy." She returned the smile, offering a hand for me to shake. I took it gladly, before pulling away.
"I like it. It's interesting." I said simply, snatching a piece of her cinnamon roll. She playfully glared at me, pulling the rest of her food away from me as I popped the bite into my mouth. "I won't hesitate to kill you. No one touches my food." She scowled, shoving more in her mouth.
"Sorry." I put my hands in the air, fake surrendering.
"That's what I thought." She remarked, turning her head back towards the counter as Bailey approached us. "Welcome back dweeb." Kennedy said in all so serious tone.
"Thank you, your highness." Bailey replied, sitting back down in his chair as he sipped on his vanilla bean.
Kennedy nodded her head in agreement with Bailey's statement, Bailey just bowed his head in some form of surrender as if he was below her. I looked between the two of them, a question on my mind as I spoke. "So what do you guys do around here for fun?"
"Oh you don't even know half of the shit that goes on in a small place like this, welcome to your own personal hell, we have cookies." Bailey laughed, motioning around to the space we were currently in. His smile suddenly disappeared as Kennedy slapped his arm, scowling viciously at him. "Swear jar, five dollars." She remarked, holding her hand out for the five dollar bill. "I'll put it in there when I get home." Bailey barked back, sighing as he crossed his arms. I gave the two confused glances before quickly connecting the dots, humming in response.
"Well, I've got to get going." I smiled, nodding my head. "There's still so much more to explore." I smirked, speaking sarcastically and standing up from our small table as I waved to the seated twins. "Bye." I said simply waving once more before skipping away and out of the Starbucks building. I had borrowed Gram's vehicle, she didn't mind. I walked over to the death mobile with wheels, I had never been a big fan of cars, or vans, or trucks, or really anything to do with a giant brick on wheels powered by a fuel consuming monster of an engine. I don't know, they just set me off. The whole ride to my grandmother's house was the worst experience I've had this year. It was only a four-hour drive, and it could've been longer, but it also could have been much shorter as well.
I cut my inter monologue short as I opened the door to the black vehicle, hopping on the driver's side as I slam the door shut and start up the engine. Gram's house wasn't too far from here, just a couple blocks away, and traffic was so much better in Rhode Island than New York. I didn't mind it, I very much enjoyed it. I mean by now, I was sort of used to the hell that was downtown New York traffic, but I still very much enjoyed the calmer much more serene setting and traffic of Rhode Island. Everyone just seemed so much friendlier, and I guess that's probably just my quick opinion on it because I don't really know much about the city my Gram lives in, nor do I know the people who surround her. But it is what it is what it is. I turned one last street corner, pulling into my Grams driveway. The gravel crunched under the tires as the rubber squeaked against the rocks. It was a rather big driveway, probably because she shared it with neighbors. Who I still hadn't met. I haven't seen them really out of the house or around it period. However, their small blue car was missing from its spot. I shrugged, turning off grams convertible as I hopped out, slamming the door and walking across the warm gravel, the sun blazing down on my slightly wet shirt. I decided if I was going to continue to 'explore.' I would at least change so I didn't smell like a walking pumpkin spice latte. I pulled out the spare key gram had given me, unlocking the door before pushing it open and walking inside.
The smell of hot chocolate filled my nose as I walked in. The delicious treat swirling around in the air, practically causing my mouth to water. I know it was the summer, and that most people prefer cold icy treats like ice cream or popsicles, but I guess I'm just one of those weird people who will have a milkshake in the middle of winter and a nice steaming cup of some chocolate beverage or other in may. I mean technically June, next week it will no longer be may. So I guess that statement should be 'a nice steaming cup of some chocolate beverage or other in June.' Or really any month that's rather hot. The point is, I'm not traditional I guess.
I followed the scent into the kitchen two mugs sitting on the counter. The one on the left was topped with marshmallows, while the other beside it had the marshmallows, but in addition, had a candy swirling around the rim of the cup. It was always the same for me and Gram. The same two cups of hot chocolate topped with fluffy white marshmallows. And one with a peppermint candy cane to add a little spice to the sweet chocolatey taste. I snatched the glass on the right, taking a sip of the half mint half chocolate beverage, before sitting down at the counter, swirling the red and white striped candy cane around in the drink before taking another sip.
Gram walked in shortly after humming some song quietly to herself as she approached me, "Just on time." She smiled that contagious smile of hers, never failing to bring a smile to my lips as well.
"I'd never miss out on your oh so famously delicious hot chocolate." I wiggled my eyebrows, taking another ginormous gulp, before licking some of the marshmallow fluff off the candy cane.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, Simon." She chuckled lightly, and just as contagious as her smile, she had me laughing a little as well. "Oh and I've been meaning to tell you, the neighbors invited us to their 'beginning of summer bash'." She smirked proudly. "They're luvly people, I'm sure you'll like them." She paused her smirk changing from proud to devilish. "Some more than others if you know what I mean."
The smile that once occupied my face had now disappeared, now replaced with subtle shock as I gasped, playfully putting my hand over my heart. My jaw dropped, raising my eyebrows to show my over exaggerated shock. "Gram!"
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Romance"I don't like you like that. That's it. We are not meant to be! It was just stupid mistake that the universe made." In a world where marking's that are made on your skin appear on your soulmate's as well, it's hard to accept the fact that you might...
