Cold Coffee | boyxboy

chapter one;

•                              you are like the tide–

                                  you are beautiful,

                                 and hard to resist;

                                  but the minute i

                              come running to you,

                                    you pull away.

• • •

Its funny how one second you can be strangers with someone but between your first hello and your last, you somehow become close with this stranger. I mean after saying hello a certain amount of times, you could consider yourself friends, I suppose. Friends, this was the department I lacked in. After high school I lost all of my friends along with all hope for becoming something that I wanted to be. Which was a photographer. I guess you could call me a crazy cat man. Though I only had one cat which is what my friends consisted of, I basically sat around and watched more Netflix that should be considered healthy and my diet consisted of popcorn and tea. Healthy, I know. Trust me. 

Anyways, I work at a coffee shop. I make enough money in order to pay for my rent each month and buy enough groceries to last. Plus I had a room mate, which took half of the bill off my back. She was nice. We didn’t really talk much, she was just basically out clubbing all the time. It had its ups and downs. Ups being she wasn’t home half the time, downs being finding a random naked man rummaging through our fridge at four in the morning. I mean, hell, she had good taste but it was just not your average four in the morning greeting. 

Anyways, on that note, I’ve been single since sophomore year in high school after a bad relationship. I haven’t really thought about even dating since then. You know what they say about one bad heartbreak. 

** *

“Gabe! You didn’t even wash your dishes?!” Trinity yells from the kitchen. Trinity was my rude yet nice and often out clubbing room mate. Honestly, sometimes I couldn’t stand her. 

“I was at work yesterday, Trinity.” I puffed out, annoyed with her.

“You could have done them this morning.” She responds before I hear the water turn on. 

I huff and get up off of the very comfortable couch. “You don’t need to wash them, I’ll do it once I get back from work this afternoon.” I say, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe. 

“No, you wont Gabe. I think we both know this.” She says as she angrily scrubs at the bowl.

“Whatever Trinity.” I roll my eyes at her. She could overreact often, and this was one of those times. 

I go back to my room and change out of my pajamas and get into the appropriate work clothes before leaving and heading to the coffee shop I work at. As I slide into the car I see Jai get into his car. You see, I’d never talked to Jai but he was the hottest guy I’d probably seen in my life. Hot face, douche bag personality. 

I arrived at the coffee shop within the normal amount of time that it usually takes and get out. Before walking in, I check my phone to see a text from Trinity. 

Bitchy roomate; u left your clothes on the bathroom floor again. not picking them 4 u this time! btw, wont b home 2night.

I rolled my eyes at her lack of good grammar and put my phone on silent before walking into the shop. Maxine, probably one of the nicest workers here smiled at me as I pulled my apron on and I sent a smile back. We often didn’t talk, but communicated through facial expressions. In example, when our boss would yell at the employees for no absolute reason that was logical, we’d look at each other and roll our eyes simultaneously. I guess you could say it was kind of our thing. 

Walking to the counter and opening up the lane I smiled as a brunette walked over and ordered whatever she wanted.

* * *

My break couldn’t have come fast enough. When the clock finally read 3:30 I wanted to jump for joy, but I didn’t. I grabbed my book that I always left in my locker and made myself a coffee before sitting over by the window and reading.

I sat there for my hour break and just read while occasionally sipping my coffee. Once I looked at my watch I sighed grumpily. My breaks often were just too short and went by way too fast. I read the last line of the page I was on and then folded the corner of the book page down to mark my spot but a males voice stopped me from doing so.

“Thats abuse to books, you know?” I looked up to find a very handsome guy with brown tousled hair and a smirk that pulled his lips up to one side and I already felt my cheeks heat up at the comment.