jυѕт lιѕтen тo мy voιce. || kritz fanfic

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The best way to start off the first night of summer vacation is when your Dad decides to kick you out of the house, again. "Fuck you, too," I muttered angrily.
Usually, I don't come till he calls me, telling me about how pissed he is at me for staying out too late. I find it unfair, but I don't say much about it.
Anyway, I head down my favorite diner, my music blasting through my ears and my backpack slung around my left shoulder.
The night breeze hitting my face, the sky sprinkled with tiny stars while the lights from cars and stores passed by.
Once I finally approached the diner, I opened the door with a swing as the bell rang above me. I sat down at a booth next to the window, taking a peek through the menu in front of me.
"Hey, welcome to Nancy's finest wines and dines," The boy in front of me said, I took out one of my earbuds and smiled up at him.
He had blonde bleached hair with brown strips here and there with different moles scattered on his pale face; I took a glance at his name tag.
"Dahlia?" I asked and he chuckled awkwardly. 

"My name isn't actually Dahlia if your wondering, just covering a shift for a buddy. You can call me John," He replied, pausing as he looked down. "Oh, uhm- you're looking through a kid's menu."

"Huh?" I looked down as well before realizing he was right. "Well, it's pretty late. Can't blame myself I guess."
"Alright, well, lemme fetch you a different menu. Unless you prefer your little kids' menu with crayons?"
"I'll keep the crayons," I grabbed the crayons and managed to make John laugh again. "Okay, I'll be right back."
I watched John walk behind the counter, reaching underneath to pull out a bigger menu and walking back to me. "Do you actually want something to eat?"
"Nah, in all honesty, I just wanted to order a coffee."
"Couldn't you have said that before?"
"Yeah but I'm an asshole like that," I stated, he rolled his eyes and smiled, leaving without a word. I had to admit though, he was pretty cute.
After a couple of minutes, he came back with a mug of coffee and a small bowl of coffee creamers. "Here ya go.."
"Cameron, Cam for short if you want."
"Here ya go, Cam," He restated, placing everything down before sitting down. "Since your my only customer tonight, tell me more about you. I'm curious."
"So am I," I retorted, pouring creamer into the coffee.
"Ooh, very mysterious," He said intrigued.
"Maybe," I winked at him.
"Maybe?" He giggled, only making me laugh a bit too.
"You are beautiful," I muttered, slightly blown away at how this conversation is playing out.
"Really? I find that quite doubtful."
"Really? I find that quite doubtful," I repeated. "So, Dahlia-"
"It's John."
"What're you doing later?"
"Prob' going home, why?"
"Just wondering, gonna head down the train tracks tonight. A little adventure mind you," I explained, a small grin plastered on my face.
"Adventure?" John inquired. "Shouldn't you be going home? It's pretty late."
"Huh, never took you for goody-two-shoes. My dad kicked me out again and I ain't going back yet so might as well entertain myself," I added, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Hm, I'm interested, but what if I don't have any fun on your adventure?"
"That solely depends on you, doesn't it? Plus, I'm pretty good at having fun, maybe more than you if you're so worried about me staying out too late."
"Sounds like a challenge."
"If that's what you want it to be," I dared with a grin.
"Well, my shift ends in a couple of minutes. Mind waiting for a little?"
"I've got all the time in the world, honey," I reassured, John opened his mouth to say something but the man inside the kitchen coughed loudly, catching his attention as he stood up awkwardly.
"As you can see, I gotta be on my way. Before I go, do you not want anything else?"
"Nah, go ahead and do your job, Dahlia," I joked, John shot a non-threatening look while walking away. I smiled again, the hot rush of the coffee racing down my throat.
I popped my earbud back into my ear, spacing out with my coffee in my hands. I silently glanced behind me a while later, a red door opening and John walking out without his uniform. He wore a yellow, red and blue hoodie and white ripped jeans. "Hey, you ready?"
"Yeah, let's go," I replied, standing up from the table, turning off my music and putting my phone away inside my backpack, leaving the diner behind.