Red like your hair

First Meeting

Authors note:

Hey! This is my first story so go easy on me. It was just an idea that popped into my head one day and I decided to writeit out. 

Hope you enjoy!

Lizzie's POV:

It was raining when I walked towards the coffee shop"I hope it's still open" I prayed to myself as I looked at my phone. 10.49pm. I had to get out of my house. They were fighting again, my parents. They always fought and we never knew what they were fighting about. I just gotta get out of there.

I arrived at the shop and luckily it was still open. I pushed the door open. The little bell rang as I stepped inside. No one was there. I hang my jacket at one of the chairs and walked over to the Mirror that was hanging in the room. I looked at myself, I had long blonde hair with blue ends. My dimples was showing even though I wasn't smiling. The rain has completely messed up my hair and my clothes. I sighed and walked over to the Counter, waiting for someone to come and take my order, but no one came. Silence filledthe room for a second, until a sudden smash came from the backroom."SHIT!" I heard someone yell. I looked around and decided to walk back there to whoever just yelled.

A girl in all black clothes and red hair slicked back into a ponytail stood there looking at all the chards of plates."There goes this months paycheck" I could hear her mumbling to herself. She bent Down and started picking up the broken plates."Do you need some help?" I offered her. She hadn't seen that I stood there, and she got so scared that she managed to cut herself on one of the chards and started heavily bleeding. "Ouch!" she said looking down at her wound. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I screamed out at her. I sat down and I took her hand to stop the bleeding. She looked at me. "It's okay, this is not the first timethis has happened" she laughed and stood up. I let go of her hand and followed her to the medicine cabinet. I looked at her. She was beautiful. She had big brown eyes with long eyelashes. She had freckles that covered her tan skin and she had a silver piercing in her nose. Everything stopped. "You okay?" she suddenly said, pulling me out of my trance. I nodded. Her hand was covered in blood but she was washing it and making these faces that showed that it hurt. 

I Felt myself blushing as I looked at her and then I remembered my hair. I ran out to the mirror and looked at myself. Pink. My blue ends was turning pink. No no no no no this can't be happening now. I dragged up my sleeves to see if I had any hair ties. I didn't. I ranover to my jacket to see if I had any there. Nope. Why?  I went up to the mirror again and looked at myself. I put all my hair down my shirt to see if it didn't show, but it did. I was worried that she was going to come out and see me with my pink ends and think I'm weird for having a crush on her already. I don't even know her.She could be a serial killer for all I know.

Ruby's POV:

I could hear herpacing out there. What was she doing?  I had put a bandage at my hand and I got rid of most the blood. I walked over to the bathroom and locked the door. What was she doing?  I smile at the thought of her cute little face. What? No! No way! I'm panicking. I pulled out my hair tie and saw my ends had turned bright pink. NO FUCKING WAY! I started pacing too. I started thinking about her long blond hairand the blue ends that she had. Blue meant happy right? The whole day I haven't been looking at my hair, but I'm like 90% sure I started my day with blue. Most people that I meet in my day have blue hair. I've learned to know that that means happy. Oh No! I quickly put my hair up in a ponytail again and walked out of the bathroom.

"I'm guessing you didn't just come here to hang" I calmly said to her, freaking out on the inside. I walked behind the counter and smiled at her. "Yeah, of course" she walked closer, I felt my heart racing. "I'll have a double espresso, please" she said with a smile on her face. "Coming right up, my lady" Why did I say that?!  She smiled at me and walked back to her chair. I facepalmed and started making her coffee.

Lizzie POV

"Did she just call me my lady?" I said to myself. I smiled at the thought. No way. I laughed at the thought. I felt myself blushing. I took up my phone and went on instagram. The very first thing that came up was a tidepod meme. I stared at it in confusion "I've never really understood those tide pod memes" I turned my head to see her standing right behind me. "Same" I answered, not knowing what to do around her.

"Can I sit" she said pointing at the chair strait across from me. "Why not?" Why not? WHY NOT? I could have said anything and I said why not. She pulled out the chair and sat down. "Okay, let's get this out of the way. I'm Ruby" she put her hand out for me to shake it. I took herhand for the second time this evening "Elizabeth, but everyone I know calls me Lizzie"Good job not freaking out. A moment of silence fell upon us. "So"Ruby started "Why are you drinking a double espresso at 11 in the evening?" "I just needed to get out of the house. My parents are fighting and me and my sister is the only one home, and she decided to leave me to go hang with my friends so I just came here." I haven't talked to anyone about my parents fighting before, but I really needed to tell someone. I pulled my hair out of my shirt. I always touch my hair when I'm feeling sad. Orange. My hair has changed color from crushing pink to deprecating orange.

Ruby's POV:

Orange. She was feeling sad. I moved my chair next to her. "Come here" I said calmly, opening my arms for her to hug me. And she did. She moved into me and hugged me. We sat like this for ten minutes and then she fell asleep.

I sort of panicked. She  fell asleep on me and I didn't hate it. There was a couch on the other side of the room. I picked her up and lifted her over to it. I was so happy that I had worked out so hard, and that I didn't drop her on the floor. She was moving into a comfortable position when I carefully put her down on the couch. I looked at her. She was beautiful. She had dimples in both cheeks that made her extra cute. I wondered how old she was, but she couldn't be that much younger than me. She looked mature and like she was older than 20 but she also had that adorable child like face that could confuse you.