Cold Coffee | boyxboy

chapter two;

[a/n]; im gonna try and update once a week, idc if it doesn't get many votes, as long as it gets like 2 idc tbh. im going to try and put effort into this but that is something i lack in. so happy reading.

  I’m jealous of the people who can

           say that they are comfortable

                  with who they are because

                          it took me forever to be

                                 where I am now and

                                     I’m not even happy

                                                               l.t.n

• •

I smiled at the boy who yet didn’t have a name, and shook my head, closing the book the rest of the way and looking up at him once again. 

“Actually, no. I didn’t know that.” I said as I got up.

“Well it is, you shouldn’t do it.” He continued to flash his killer smirk.

“As you say.” I nod and run a hand through my hair.

“Or you could come get coffee with me sometime.” He said out of the blue, and I nearly dropped the book that I kept in my hands.

“Um, I-I don’t know.” I stuttered, automatically mentally face palming and chuckling nervously. 

“Come on, its just a harmless cup of coffee. I’m Ashton by the way.” He holds out his hand and I hesitate but eventually grab his hand–very soft hand may I add–and shake it. 

“Gabe.” I reply.

“So what do you say? Cup of coffee tonight?” He smiles.

“I guess.” I nod, feeling rude if I were to say no. 

“Here.” He grabs a napkin from the table and pulls out a pen before writing his number down with his name above it.

“Alright. I’ll text you or something.” I say before nodding and walking away with the napkin in hand. 

I had gotten a hot guys number without even trying.

* * 

I walk out, pulling the napkin out of my pocket and smiling, the memory of the smirking boy still burning fresh in my mind. I get into my car and pull out my phone and type in the number that was written on the white napkin.

One ring.

Two rings.

“Hello?” A groggy voice answers the phone.

“U-Um hey. Is this Ashton?” I asked, nervously. I had never been one for phone calls.

“Mhm, whose this?” I could picture him rubbing the side of his face, just waking up from a nap.

“Its Gabe. From the coffee shop.” I say, picking at a hole in my jeans.

“Oh hey!” His mood suddenly perks up, or at least his voice does.

“Hey.” I smiled, as if he could see me.

“So, how about you meet me a Cup Of Joe on Peter street?” He asked, since this was my absolute favorite coffee shop I agreed and headed down the road.

I made it there after he did and saw him sitting in the booth near the window. I sat down across from him and smiled.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hi.” I looked down at my coffee that with a small smile on my face.

We sat there for two hours just talking about everything.

I had made friends with a stranger in less than 24 hours.