Love Struck «Dylan Schmid»

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Dylan.                                                                                                                                                                           11:30 am

I sat in Tims with a cup of coffee and an audition script beside my cup of coffee. Early mornings in Vancouver. I yawned, putting my head on the table, not caring if it was clean or not. Well I saw someone spray it with water and clean it earlier when my mom and I came into Tims. 

My eyes closed, slowly falling asleep when I felt someone smack my head what if felt like a newspaper. I sat up, looking to my left, seeing my mom with a newspaper in her hand. She cupped my face with hand, pulling some of my cut hair out of my face. 

"Dylan, please stay awake and drink your coffee." She said in soft sweet words. She smiled in my direction. I nodded, turning to my coffee. Staring at it for a few moments. I took in a breath and took out my phone. I opened up the snapchat and took a picture of myself. 

Caption: NOBODY AS WHITE AS ME, SRY. 

I took another picture of my coffee, my script to the side. Apparently my black shoes were also in the snapchat. 

Caption: WAKE UP COFFEE AUDITION. REPEAT 

I added both pictures onto my snapchat story, quickly putting my phone away into the safe of my pocket. I picked up my cup of coffee and took a long sip, then putting it back down on the table. 

I felt my stomach rumble, I was hungry since I had to get up early for my haircut. My mom rushed me right out the door so we could catch the early ferry and get into Vancouver for my haircut. I looked over at her. 

"Can I have some money to buy something?" I asked her. She looked over at me from her reading. She put the paper down and went through her bag. Women always carried a bag, they thought it could hold everything and it could but bags were heavy. I chose not to, well yea since I was a guy and all. 

She finally took out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to me. I smiled at her. 

"Thanks." I got up and started to walk towards the counter. Seeing three people already ordering, I looked down and saw other waiting in line. 

Well...that's nice. 

I went to the end of the line, going past a girl that was second last. I stood behind her. She was the same height as me. She wore a flannel shirt and a black jacket over it, with a pair of blue jeans. I looked down at my jeans, they were black but I did own a lot of blue jeans. 

Her hair was long and it could get it in your face if you stood really close behind her. It was a raven black colour. I didn't really take a good look at her face but I guess it didn't matter. You see people and they see you but you never interact. That's the way it goes, kind of. 

What felt like five minutes, which was actually like three, the line slowly moved. Two new people were at the counter but at the third one, there was still a blonde chick. She was throwing up her arms and shouting at the person. 

My eyes widened. 

Drama, nice. 

The girl with the raven black hair was still in front of me. I still couldn't see her face, she stood in a position that looked comfortable...for a girl. I sighed and tapped her shoulder. She turned around to look at me. Finally, I could see her face. Her skin was a bit tanned not too tanned, but a really nice light tan. Her eyes starey, they were a combination of hazel, green and small hint of blue. 

She smiled at me, raising an eyebrow. And her eyebrows, they were so fine, they were a black colour, same as her hair. Her hair was wavy like in the back, a curl of hair fell to the side of her face. 

Damn...she's pretty. 

I stared for a moment. "Is that woman at the counter going to leave soon?" Was the first thing that popped into my head.

The girl looked about my age, fifteen. She laughed with a nod. Her laugh was just so perfect, her teeth were perfect as well. 

Wow. She really pretty! 

"Eventually, yes. I've seen this before. She takes about fifteen minutes to rant about something before they kick her out." She turned her head. She smirked at me. 

"And her fifteen minutes are almost up. Once she's gone, the line will be moving faster." She explained to me. Her accent was a sweet British accent. She was pretty and had an awesome accent. 

Yeesh, I want one. I thought to myself. 

"Thanks for telling me. Does she come in everyday?" I wanted to continue the conversation with, maybe getting her name out of it, if I could. 

The girl nodded. "Yea, usually around this time when I come in. I come here every day for coffee or something to eat, since my mum makes me do errands so she usually gives me some money to come down here or something." She shrugged with a short laugh. 

"That's cool, I usually come here but later in the day. Sometimes I come here in the morning for a wake up coffee, ya know." I explained with a bright smile. 

She opened her mouth, about to say something. I thought she was about to give me her number but then a call came out of nowhere. 

"Next, please!" 

The girl gritted her teeth, turning her head seeing the line was no longer there and she was next. She turned to me with a slight smile. 

"Sorry, I gotta go." She said with a smile and turned around, going up to the person to order.