Pathway || m.c

Part 11.

The next day I got ready like any other day, remembering about my coffee date with Luke.

"What is this?" Luke asked, finding a cup of a light brown liquid on the bench. "Do you think it's drinkable?"

"Anything is drinkable if you try hard enough," I pressured, becoming intrigued myself. Luke was over at my house for a few nights over the holidays and his mum and my mum had gone out to look at the freshly planted garden. "I think it's called coffee. Mum drinks it all the time but I don't think it tastes very good."

Luke took a long sip, making a sour face when he pulled the mug from his mouth. "Yuck!" He dropped the mug on the floor, shattering it on the white tiles with the remainder of the coffee spilling everywhere.

"What was that?" I heard Mum call.

'Run,' I mouthed.

I recalled on the time Luke tried his first coffee, hating it with a passion. Now, I find out he is basically addicted.

I ran down the stairs, nearly running into Blake who had just gotten home. "Hey, did you have fun?"

I listened for his reply before racing off to my car. Despite the years of not talking, I was excited to catch up with Luke. Maybe he could be the one person I told about Dad. I knew they had a strong bond.

I backed out of my driveway and headed for town. It was about a ten-minute drive from where I lived. I drove past the beach and spotted Michael walking down on to the sand. I tooted the horn, his head immediately snapping up to see me. A wide grin spread across his face, followed by a wave.

I continued on, putting in the address on my phone. It was a café I had never been to.

The town was busy due to the fact there was a famous band in town performing at the entertainment centre. I didn't know who they were but everyone says they're good.

I parked outside the coffee shop, spotting Luke's beat up car in front of mine. It used to be his Dad's, but was passed onto him once Luke got his licence.

The café was small, but a very friendly environment. It was very abstract, with no tables or chairs matching one another. It looked comfortable enough and that atmosphere around it was amazing. Even the staff were friendly as they greeted me as soon as I entered.

It was then that I saw Luke sitting in the corner. I could feel my face brighten up at the sight of him. I bounded over to him, sitting across from him in the booth.

"Well hello," he chirped, crossing one leg over the other. "Long time, absolutely no see."

"I am so sorry for ever cutting things off with you. I was just a petty 13 year old," I chuckled. He laughed, but I had grown up with the guy and could tell he had been hurt. "How have you been?"

"Good. Better than I once was. After we stopped being friends, I was pretty cut up," he explained and my heart broke. Of course I had hurt him. "Ask anyone. I completely shut everyone out and I just wasn't myself for so long. I had just lost my best friend and I had no one. I mean, who wanted to be friends with a gay guy then? No one."

His story made me realise how much I had hurt him just because I was being selfish.

"Luckily the guy who we fought over, Brad, turned out to be gay and well, we're still together," he laughed and I was absolutely shocked. It did make me feel a little better, just not by much. "How are you though?"

"Um, yeah alright. I'm getting back on my feet. There has been a lot going on," I sighed, pulling out my purse to go order a coffee. "What do you drink?"