Between Us (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1: Love At First Sight

Chapter 1: Love At First Sight
I woke up from the sound of my stupid alarm as it rings. I groaned and swing myself towards my cabinet to switch my alarm off. Technically, it was 6:30 A.M. in the morning. I slowly straightened myself up, scratching my messy hair, and grabbing my brush from my home-made basket. I stroked my messy hair and gently combed it through my tangled hair. On the other hand, I furiously combed it, so the tangles would be untangled. On the second thought, I hate waking up in the morning with my hair like this, dried saliva next to my lips, and marks on my arms and neck. I must've had a good sleep eh?
I slipped on my baby blue slippers and walked to the bathroom. As I looked at my reflection, boy, what a mess I am. I groaned and turned the faucet. I scooped some cold water on my hands and splashed it on my face. Afterwards, I grabbed my towel from the curtain handler and wiped my wetted-face. Next, I opened the mirror-cabinet, for which I called it; then grabbed a hair tie from the blue cup. I stroked my hair and put it up into a messy bun, then exited out.
As I went downstairs, my grandma was obviously cooking breakfast. It makes me want to drool as I sniff the fresh cooked food that my grandma is cooking. Must be B.A.E (Bacon and eggs), my favorite.
"Brea! Breakfast is ready!" Cried grandma.
"You don't need to yell ma (I call her ma). I'm right here," I smirked.
"Oh, I didn't see you there," she startled.
"Sorry to startle you. But, what's for breakfast," I clapped my hands together, with a huge grin.
"Rice, beans, and vegetables," she sweetly answered, smiling warmly.
I groaned, walked up to the dining table, and sat down on the chair. I narrowed my eyes and stared at the chair across from me stubbornly. Why does my grandma sometimes have to cook something that I really don't enjoy in the morning? It sucks! Then suddenly, my grandma walked towards the table with the plate of rice, beans, and vegetables in her hands and placed it on the table towards me. I looked at it sternly, seemingly that this must be the worst day! It makes me want to shriek.
As grandma walked to the refrigerator and opened it, she gasped.
"What is it ma?" I asked.
"We don't have any more orange juice left!" She whined.
"So? We can buy some later," I flatly stated.
"No! Not later," she complained.
"But grandma!" I whined.
"No buts! Go to the grocery store and buy some orange juice," she demanded.
Frustrated, I obediently stood up from my chair and pushed it in. I grabbed my keys from the kitchen and exited the house.
As I approached to my black Nissan car, I unlocked the door and entered inside the driver's seat. Afterwards, I turned the car on and finally drove to the grocery store.
As I finally made it to Foods Co, I exited out my car and entered inside the store. The store was fresh and a bit cold, but I see why they have so many... How should I call them? A fruit storer to store fruits at. I forgot what they're called, but I don't often go grocery shopping. Mostly my grandma. While walking up to the last row, where the juices are stored at, a boy with blonde hair, wearing a blue T-shirt with a British flag underneath his unzipped brown leather jacket, and black zipped up small boots approached to me. I'm guessing that he's from the UK.
"Excuse me miss?"
I was right; he is British. On the other hand, he's probably from abroad.
"Yes?" I innocently asked.
"Do you know where the soft drinks and snacks at?" He asked.
"Ummm, yeah, it's right that way," I said, pointing to the left.
"Excuse me?" He asked, not quite sure that he understands it.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not quite really satisfied when people instructs me to the directions," he chuckled lightly.
"It's alright. Do you want me to show you where it is?" I kindly asked.
"Sure, that would be brilliant!" He cheerfully said.
As I led him the way to the snacks and drinks section, I sped walk like I'm obviously in a hurry. Technically, I could barely hear and feel my stomach grumble. Hopefully the man doesn't notice it.
"Quite of an ostrich running for the egg are yah' love?" He smirked.
I turned back and confusingly tilted my head on what he had just called me, "Come again?"
"I said, quite of an ostrich running for the egg aren't yah' love?" He repeated.
I reversely walked backwards and turned my body towards him while talking, "The accent that you have make you sound intelligent, you know?"
He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled lightly, "I'm quite on used to talking with bright vocabulary words and metaphors you know."
I smiled warmly and turned around. Gladly, we finally arrived to the you-know-what section. To me, that was technically a long destination; you know what I mean? On the other hand, I really like this guy's accent and attitude. If only I occasionally see him everyday. He seems like an intelligent guy with that British accent. To be honest, I enjoy listening to people's accent when they speak. It's like an angelic voice. But this guy, he seem like one.
"Well, I better head back," I concerned.
"Thank you, it was a pleasure," he thanked and grinned.
"Mhm," I hummed and nod my head.
I turned around; then suddenly someone grabbed me lightly on the wrist. I turned back and it was the British accent guy, softly looking at my brown eyes with his bright and light grey ones.
"Hmmm?" I confusingly hummed, raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips together to a thin line.
"I quite haven't catch your name yet," he suggested.
"Oh!" I said in relief, "My name is Breanna, but you could call me Brea. Sadly, I'm not sure if I obviously would see you everyday."
He let go of my wrist and chuckled, "Of course. That's what people would wonder about. It's quite sad that you haven't bloody caught their name even though you want to be friends with them. It's likely unusual, ya' know?"
I tilted my head to the side. What is he talking about?
Is he saying that he has feelings for me or something? I just only met him almost ten minutes ago. Although, this is quite of a surprise for me, gazing upon my feelings inside me. It makes me want to twitch a little and tremble. On the other hand, I have this odd feeling that people would say that I have butterflies fluttering in my tummy. Well, it's a true and strange feeling when you see a person that you find attractive and wanting to date him or her. Wait, did I just say that? Oh goodness. I think I'm probably falling for this British guy. Although, I would likely want to meet Harry Styles, Niall, or Louis from One Direction, even though Niall isn't some British guy anyway.
We stood there in the middle of the section alone, with no one's around. Just us. The most awkward moment that I basically experience just now.
"Yeah. What's your name?" I asked.
"Edward," he flatly said, "Edward Newport." Finally he said his last name. Not trying to be a creep though.
In my whole life, I never met and crashed into some British, nor Aussie person from different places. However, he must be the first one that I've met from abroad.
"Where you from?" I stately asked.
He smirked, "I'm from London."
"Okay," I trailed, then got interrupted.
"Where you from?" He asked innocently, smirking lightly.
My thoughts were snapped as I looked down on my watch, which was 7:28 A.M.
Oh shit, grandma. I better get back home!
"Ummm, I'll see you around Edward! Nice meeting you," I panically ran back to the juice section where I was at the first place.
As I finally approached to the juice section, I randomly grabbed four orange juice cartons from the shelf and quickly ran to the cash register. Gladly, there was no line of people waiting. I placed the juice cartons on the conveyor belt with a thud; then walked up towards the credit car inserter.
"Good morning mam', how are you today?" The blonde lady sweetly asked.
"I'm good, and I'm technically in a hurry right now!" I hesitated, reaching my wallet out from my pocket and grabbing my Visa card.
"Oh, I'm sorry mam'," she apologized.
"No, it's okay," I sighed.
After she was done storing the orange juice cartons on each of the two grocery plastic bags, she asked, "Debit or credit mam'?"
"Debit," I flatly answered, inserting my Visa card and writing my signature with the pen. Then suddenly, my receipt came out from the POS and the lady quickly tore it out from the machine and handed to me.
"Thank you for shopping Foods Co. Have a great day!" She announced passionately.
"Thank you," I grunted as I carried my groceries with me with two hands.
As I exited from the store, someone cried my name out, "Breanna!" I turned around who it was and it was Edward, with an enthusiastic grin on his face.
"Mind if I help you with your groceries love?" He calmly asked, using that term again.
"Sure," I confusingly said, handing the other plastic bag to him.
"A payback for what you have positively done for me when I was inside the store," he announced, him and I walking together side by side to my black car.
To be honest, this man is very likewise of a gentleman I suppose. Love it.
"Thanks. You're really sweet," I chuckled sweetly, smiling at him with my teeth showing.
While we approached to the car, I unlocked the trunk and placed the grocery in their gently. I glanced at Edward, who was still standing there, staring at me with his bright light grey eyes.
"What?" I chuckled.
"Um-uh-er, nothing," he stammered.
I shook my head disbelief. "Put the groceries in here," I softly demanded.
He obediently walked up to the trunk and placed the bag in there. Unfortunately, this is probably my last time seeing him. I'm wondering that I'm not be able to see him again.
"All set up," he said in relief.
I smiled warmly at him and nod.
"Well," I scoffed.
"What?" He coldly chuckled.
"I guess this is goodbye," I pursed my lips, "It's nice crashing into you Edward."
"Me too," he simply said, "Well, cheerio then. Drive safely on the road. Also, don't get yourself caught by the bizzies. You know what I mean love?" He winked.
I giggled and nodded my head, "Okay."
I head to my car, then suddenly, Edward stopped me and placed his hand on my shoulder. So I turned around.
"You haven't answered my question yet back inside the store," he smirked.
"Oh! Yes, that question that you asked me. I came from Honolulu Hawaii," I enthusiastically answered his question.
"Thats brilliant! It seems quite lovely there isn't it?" he cheered , "Well, you don't need to answer that. Cheerio Brea!"
"Cheerio," I waved.
I entered inside the car and turned on the vehicle; then slowly and reversely parked back. On the other hand, I feel the emotion fading away from my body. I bit my bottom lip and turned the radio on; then checked what time it is.
Oh shit! It's 7:52 A.M. Got to hurry- but wait. Like what he had said before, don't get caught by the "bizzies", according to his phrase. I'm sure that this is probably his first time staying in America. As a matter a fact, he's probably experiencing about it in California.
Wait, did I ask him for his phone number?
I fidgeted as I tried to search for my phone in my pockets. Sadly, I don't. It means that I didn't! This is just damn great! How am I going to meet or talk to him again?
"Fuck," I cursed under my breathe, glueing my eye at the road frustrated and depressed.
7:58 A.M., it's almost 8:00 and I think I must've took one hour from the store. Ugh, grandma is going to kill me for taking a long time to give her the orange juice! At that moment, I parked my car inside the garage, exited out, unlocked the trunk, grabbed my groceries, and unlocked the door with my keys. As I entered inside the house, I cried out, "Grandma!"
A silent pause came and no one answered.
"Grandma!" I repeated, walking slowly to the living room.
There she was, sitting down on the couch, with her head tilted, and snoring pretty loud. Gladly, she's not awakened yet.
I slowly tiptoed to the counter of the kitchen and placed the groceries gently, trying not to get myself caught.
Even though it's Saturday, I could go for a walk to the park. It'll calm me down and be relaxed.