𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘦

Chapter Eleven: Rebecca

My phone buzzed in my back pocket, it was Becca.

Becca: hey, Strawberry Cafe?

Me: Sure, be there at 15.

It's been a while since I had talked with her, two and half months ago. Ever since Julia was killed I have shut everyone from my life. My friends, family, and John, which I feel the worst about. I know that I'll be breaking up with him, or he will be breaking up with me sometime soon, but I think he has held off on it because of Julia.

I think it will be nice to talk with her again.

I got out of my mess - filled bed, featuring a new box of Kleenex, and walked downstairs. My dad wasn't home, because he went back to teaching summer school eventually. School starts up next week as well, so he needs to plan ahead.

I grabbed my keys and walked out the door to my small, grey Honda Civic. I backed out from the driveway and onto the neighborhood road.

There was a small Cafe not far from me, called the Strawberry Cafe. I used to go there when I was younger with my family, but we stopped when Julia was born. I loved their chocolate chip pancakes, and still do. Sometimes I'll cheat every now and then, and order a couple pancakes. The nostalgia brings back so many memories, and it's good to visit them. The Cafe is really close to me, only about two minutes away. When I didn't have my license yet, I walked or cycled there to meet with Becca. Becca found the Cafe one day and we've been going there ever since.

I reached the busiest intersection in my small town. If you look into a car, chances are you'll know the person inside. Either it's your neighbor's best friend's aunt, or your mother's friends and other variations. I looked through the car windows but saw nothing. I felt that everyone was staring back this time.

I made a right and drove a little bit longer until I reached the Cafe parking lot. It was with a bunch of other parking lots too, like a pizza place, physical therapy, and a nail salon.

I found parking space in between another Civic and a brown minivan. I grabbed my keys out of the engine and locked the car, then walked towards the tan building with red accents, Strawberry Cafe. Contrary to popular belief, they do not only serve strawberries.

The place had a bit of a rundown look to it, some small dirt stains that were prominent on the light walls. The E and the two R's in the berry were dead, and didn't light up anymore. That didn't ruin the magic of this place though.

I walked inside and I saw Becca sitting at a table not too far from reception. The smell of fresh fruit, pancakes, and coffee overwhelmed me. The place was well lit and had a few tables open, but still busy. The Cafe only stays open until two o' clock in the afternoon, so people want to get their pancakes before closing.

Becca had beautiful brown beach waves. I am so jealous of her hair, it compliments her warm toned skin, and her hazel eyes. She looks like she is straight out of the cover of Rumour or something. She is honestly gorgeous, if I were gay, I would totally date her.

Which also makes sense that every dude in our small school wants to get in her pants.

Becca waved me down, and I walked through the tables to sit across from her in a brown and tan booth. I noticed a few tables next to us looked at me, then turned away when they saw me looking. There were some high school boys I knew across the Cafe from us, I didn't pay attention to the people looking.

Because I knew exactly why.

"Hey, how's it going? I haven't seen you in forever," Becca started.