Skinny Love

Chapter 12: No Comment

Matt's P.O.V

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"Bartholomew!" the barista at Starbucks yelled. I smiled and walked up to the counter to get my caramel macchiato. The lady stifled a laugh as she saw me grab the drink and flip a coin into the tip jar.

It was Avi's brilliant idea to hit up Starbucks instead of going back to the party. She also showed me the right way to order Starbucks drinks.

"Bichette!" the barista bellowed and My drink nearly went out of my nose. That was definitely Avi's fake name.

She strutted up to that counter and owned the name. She was trying so hard not to laugh and you could tell. She put her change in the tip jar.

We ran out of there quickly and we sat in a table outside. My laughter cut the silence because as soon as I laughed she was laughing too.

"Oh my Jesus that's not how it was supposed to be pronounced." She said clapping her hands as she rocked back and forth laughing.

"What was it supposed to sound like?"

"Bishay not bitch-et" She said still laughing.

"OMG bichette like mini bitch?" I said laughing even harder now.

We laughed and laughed for five minutes straight and then we calmed down a bit.

"But really though, you don't seem like the type to own a motorcycle." She said taking a sip if her Chai Frappe.

I turned around to look at my motor cycle. It was normal and completely black. She was mesmerised by it. She thought it was amazing.

Since we had decided against going back to the party, we went to the parking lot in front of the dorms and I told her to wear my helmet but she said insisted I wear it. Her arms were tight around my waist. Her hysterical nervous laughing kept me smiling the whole way here.

"Well I like motorcycles." I said sounding goofy. She smiled awkwardly. Her face lit up and she leaned towards me.

"I have an idea."