Hey all..
This next story is dedicated to my other bestfriend, Melissa.
She's awesome, so totally fan her!
Her username's: conviction
So, read on!
KIKI
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Melissa
It started with a coffee shop...
I first saw him when I was sitting by myself at Starbucks.
I'd been sitting at a table with a cup of coffee, reading a novel, with my feet kicked up under me.
I was really in depth in my novel, which happened to be this really funny romantic book called Babe in Boyland.
I got distracted and looked up as 3 really-good-looking guys walk in.
My eyes follow them as they walk up to the cashier to get some coffee.
I blushed and ducked my head back into my book when Cutie number 1 turned his eyes on me.
He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.
I tried to get myself back interested in the book, but my gaze kept wandering back to the cute guys.
I see them talking and laughing as they sit there.
I look back at their table one more time and notice that the cutie that had looked at me was gone from their table and I frown as I look back at my novel.
I noticed a tall frame walking toward my table and looked up and saw Cutie Number 1 standing in front of my table smiling goofily.
"Hey. Do you have a jersey? 'Cause I need your name and number." He said, simpering.
I stared at him, shocked for a while and his grin started to fade.
Then I started giggling.
Is he serious? I thought.
I started clutching at my stomach as I laughed really hard.
That was the lamest pick-up line. Ever.
I almost toppled out of my chair, but he gripped me by my shoulders.
He looked at me, his expression a mask of concern.
"A-are you serious?" I laughed. "That was the lamest pick up line, ever."
"Wha-?" He started, realization dawning on him.
"Hey! It wasn't that lame!" He exclaimed, scowling.
"Uh, yeah. It was." I chuckled.
I finally got over my laughing fit and the guy sat in the seat infront of me.
"So, what's your name?" I asked, rasing an eyebrow.
He grinned and said, "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"
"Duh. But, you don't look very dangerous." I replied.
"Don't judge a book by it's cover." He said, smirking, " You never know, after you exchange numbers and adresses with me, you'll find out I'm some crazy murderer or something."
I laughed. "Highly doubt it."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "It's not like I'm a wimp or something. I can be scary."
