Magenta Converse (CC BVB Fanfic)

Chapter Two

   Getting up in the morning I found that Tula and Senna both left texts saying that they were heading out. Sitting up I cracked my spine into place before shuffling to my room to get dressed; I was not about to cook breakfast this morning.

   Throwing an old Metallica shirt over my head I pulled on some shorts then put on a pair of black converse. Brushing out my hair and doing my makeup it was soon time to go. Sweeping up my keys I was out the locked door toward my car.

   The three minutes that it took to get to Starbucks was pure torture. Every minute my stomach was growling and I was already fantasizing what treat I’d get today. Making it to the parking lot I parked then got out; ah the smell of sweet caffeine.

   Going inside the wonderful building I ordered a Strawberry Frappuccino in addition to a blueberry muffin. Drumming my fingers in time to the music playing overhead I waited for my delicious breakfast.

   Hearing the door open I thought nothing of it until a tap was place upon my shoulder. Turning back I saw none other than CC. Immediately my wonderful morning soured similar to milk left out in the sun. Since when did Christian Mora ever go to Starbucks for coffee?

“Hi.” He simply remarked.

Shooting him a glare I turned around, could they not get my stuff out here sooner?

“Listen I know that you’re mad at me and all but can’t we at least talk about this? Please Tazzy I miss you so much it hurts.”

I still refused to look at him.

He sighed, “I didn’t expect you to listen to me but… I love you still. I know that I should’ve told you sooner that I was leaving all those years ago but I didn’t-what I mean is- Tazzy please just look at me!”

By now my stuff was served up. Thanking the worker I whipped around in an abrupt manner causing CC to back up slightly. “Listen and listen well; what happened so long ago I’m trying to forget about. Yes I am still mad at you and no I don’t want to hear about how sorry you are. Now I’m late for something.”

“Tazzy I still just want to talk to you. I need you in my life and I don’t care if you’re not with me in the sense of my girlfriend. Please I don’t even care if you just want to be friends but please be a part of my life again.”

My heart cracked slightly at his expression, “Look, I’ll think about it alright? Until then fuck off.” I walked to the door before I stopped once again, “By the way how the hell did you get my number?”

“S-Senna.”

   Snorting I walked out of the store and back to my car. Getting into it I began the drive to my parent’s house. Parking the car I shut it off and then began toward the front door. Opening it I walked into an empty house, huh, that was strange. Usually mom and dad were always home whenever I said that I was coming over.

   Making it further into the house I noticed that there was a note on the fridge. Picking it up I squinted to make out words form the miniscule, cramped writing on there.

Hey there champ, we’re not going to be home today. Tried to call you but your phone sent us to voicemail, hope you have a great day. –Daddy

   Crumpling up the note I sighed and then went over to the fridge. Opening it up I pulled out a dish of spaghetti and began warming it up. Drumming my fingers on the countertop I waited for my meal. Upon hearing the ding I snatched up the plate, a fork, and then began to dig in.

   While sitting there at the table I began to remember all of the times that CC sat in the chair just to the right of me. All of time times that his foot would brush mine under the table or he’d ‘accidentally’ bump my hands to get something. I remembered all of the times we would sit at the table doing our homework or just chilling and watching the television that was parked on a stand in the corner.