when the ice melts // jack hughes

part one

Vancouver in the Summer,

a death trap.

So far, the hottest we had gotten this summer had been forty Celsius or one hundred and four Fahrenheit. I was melting. Luckily for me, I worked indoors.

To be specific, my parents' cafe;

Café de Jonston.

I had a Spanish background on my mom's side so in honour of it, we named the cafe Jonston's cafe in Spanish. I spoke a little Spanish, I took a class in high school. My mom was slowly losing her Spanish, so I would sometimes quiz her on it. The two of us got better.

Back to Café de Jonston.

On the verge of eighteen, I was finally ready to work there. It was my second week and I was eager to get to work.

I had jumped out of bed this morning in a hurry. I stumbled through my dirty clothes that had piled up all over the ground and into the bathroom. I got started on straightening my wavy, chestnut-colored hair. Usually I would leave them they way they were, but I felt strangely self-conscious about them. I put on some light makeup which included mascara, a little foundation, and concealer. I threw on my Arizona, mission to Mars t-shirt and some ripped skinny jeans and raced out of my room. The house was a minefield. Living with four other siblings was fun and all, but it could get messy. Especially when three-fourths of them were younger. I raced down the stairs, almost tripping over a few toy cars that had been ever-so-carefully planted on every other step. I snatched a bagel from the pantry and slathered some cream cheese on it.

My parents were all at the cafe working, already. My older brother had chosen not to work at the cafe when he turned eighteen. He chose the babysitting-at home-while-everyone-worked life. Not my problem, it meant I was gonna be the one who got the cafe when my parents retired.

I heard my older brother Trey getting up as I took a quick glance at the clock. Fifteen to seven, I had just enough time to make it to the cafe.

I put on my black old skool vans and threw on my backpack. I felt for my phone in my back pocket and ran out the door. It was gonna be a good day.

The cafe was a five-minute walk from our house, which was cool. I didn't have to take the bus or anything, I got to walk and enjoy the view

which was mostly buildings.

Vancouver had a busy city vibe to it, like a mini LA but without all the famous people roaming the streets. I got to the cafe just before seven, my parents were running around frantically, getting ready to open the cafe. Even though everything seemed to be set up perfectly, nothing was enough for my parents. My mom was getting cinnamon rolls out of the oven and my dad was brewing a fresh pot of coffee. My stomach growled at the scent of carrot and cream cheese muffins, my mouth watering as well. If my dad wouldn't yell at me, I'd eat one. I dropped my bag in the staff-only closet that was behind the counter. I grabbed my daisy flower apron around my waist and took a deep breath. A little name tag was in the top right corner, reading my name.

Viola Jonston,

the official heir of our family cafe.

Honestly, I preferred my nickname, Via, over my real name. I was a big fan of short names, they were easier to remember. When I was four, my younger sister Olivia was born. Until I was seven, I called her Li because I couldn't get her whole name out of my mouth. Matt was easy to pronounce, he's six years younger than me. When I turned twelve, Gia was born. We were quite the family.

The sound of the door chimes rang through the room, I immediately got into professional mode and turned around to face the door.

"Hi, what can I-"

...

"Hi."

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A / N :

I'm really looking forward to this book, yall have no idea. This will be my first book ever published on wattpad :))

I wanted to make this short since I have nothing to say, so enjoy the book :)

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