I Can't Hear You Over the Music Anyway

Chapter 9

Hey guys! It's Hyppogirl, I'm just gonna straight up apologize for not updating in two eternities!! I've been moving, then finishing a another story on here, and there has been lots of craziness! Super sorry!

Would you hate me?

Could you hate me?

If I Gave you Green Eggs and Ham?

((•J•))

Abigail and Nat walked down the road, and to the nearest coffee shop.

"What'll you have?" The girl at the counter asked winking at Nat. Nat watched the jealousy bubble behind Gail's eyes.

"Just black coffee for me." He smiled. The girl at the counter had extremely short blonde hair, and blue eyes. Although her name tag said Gwen S., Nat felt as though he knew her from somewhere.

"So, you're Nat Wolff, huh?" She asked.

"Yeah, and this is Gail....what's your last name?" He asked leaning toward her. She pulled out her pen, and wrote on his arm.

Covence

"Oh!" He said smiling. 'Covence....where do I know that name?' He thought.

"Your drink Nat Wolff." She handed him his coffee, "And what for her?" She asked.

"Oh...." He stopped for a minute and looked at her. She was typing on her phone. She suddenly looked up, and pushed a button on it.

I WOULD LIKE HOT CHOCOLATE WITH WHIPPED CREAM AND A CHERRY ON TOP

A monotone voice blurted out of her phone. Abigail's eyes grew wide before she added

PLEASE

To the message. Gwen S. just laughed.

"Coming right up!" She smiled, and walked away to make the drink. Nat turned to her.

"Why don't you use that all the time?" He asked. She shrugged, and rolled up his sleeve again.

I wouldn't want you to think of my voice as that! Would I?

He chuckled.

"What do you think I hear your voice as?" He asked. She shrugged.

Maybe a British voice?

"Not a chance!" He said. She furrowed her brow. He took that as a Que to further explain, "I don't know how I hear your voice! I just do! It's not British, it's not American, not Spanish, or French, southern, German, Swedish, Norwegian, or Arabian! I just don't know what you sound like, but I've got your sound in my head." He said. She looked completely awestruck until something popped in her head.

I'M RUSSIAN?!

She wrote. He laughed, and shook his head.

"Absolutely not." He said putting his arm around her shoulders. She rolled her eyes, and followed him to a table near the back. She sat down across from him, and smiled.

"So, what're you gonna tell your parents when you get home?" He asked. She shrugged. She pulled her phone out of her pocket again, and typed out :

I might just tell them the truth! Or I could text Hope, and ask her what she said to them so we could coordinate what happened!

"That could work." Nat said. Suddenly Gwen S. came up with Gail's drink.

"I hope you like it!" She smiled and put the mug on the table, "Gave you two extra cherries!" She smiled, and walked back toward the front of the shop.