Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

Dreams.

 “You’re losing it again.”

 April’s attention was snapped back to the present by the familiar sound of an old friend’s voice.

 She was in a coffee shop, and opposite her in the booth sat her two best friends- squabbling as always. Both Ash and Luca were staring at her expectantly. April began to find discomfort in the stare down between her and the lovers who weren’t actually lovers in front of her. The seasonal gingerbread latte sitting before her suddenly seemed more appealing than ever, and she couldn’t resist but bring it towards her, placing her mouth on the straw and slurping obnoxiously loud to annoy her friends.

 Ash- who didn’t seem remotely humoured by April’s attempt in ignoring her statement- just rolled her eyes at Luca as he pounced from his seat abruptly, shimmied past her and ran to the counter to order his fourth coffee, tripping over a chair leg in the process. But, seriously, the reason as to why the spastic kid needed any caffeine in the first place was beyond April.

 They’d just finished their rounds of Christmas shopping in the amazingly modern architectural shopping centre, and now they were enjoying a lovely festive beverage in Starbucks. Casual. Well, that was a lie. Luca and Ash seemed to be having a dandy time, whereas April on the other hand; she was still somewhat shaken by the strangely good-looking wolf creep in the interior design isle. Something inside of her told her that he meant trouble, and that he was the type of guy that April’s parents warned her about when she was younger.

 Like Salad Fingers. What a creep, she thought, unmistakeably noticing the tingling goosebumps that had risen along her tanned arms.  If anyone were to ask her, she’d blame the cold weather rather than her encounter with ‘Mr Hot Stuff’ as Ash had put; and as Luca frowned upon, complaining his was ten times better looking than him.

 He wasn’t. Sorry, buddy.

 “April! Quit zoning out on me! Geez, what is up with you today?” April’s dark red-headed friend opposite her pounded her fist lightly on the table before flicking the mouse-blonde’s forehead to gain her attention.

“What? I’m sorry, I’m just a little distracted...” She mumbled offhandedly, already beginning to feel her mind drifting off into a careless wonder.

 “Yeah, no sh*t, April!” Ash wailed sarcastically, impatiently waiting for Luca to return so she could steal some of his drink. That’s basically how their relationship worked.

“Ash, don’t swear! There are kids everywhere! Don’t be a bad influence!” April chuckled at her friend’s disgruntled face which read ‘Does it look like I give a damn right now?’

 Ash was just about to open her mouth to make a witty remark, probably involving more swearing, when Luca returned from the counter with his shaggy elfish hair mussed up in every direction and flustered cheeks.

“You look like you’ve just made out with an octopus!” April guffawed when Luca’s eyes narrowed and he flopped down on the cushioned bench next to Ash, who seemed to be having a pretty hard time battling her blush like a teenage girl in front of her crush.

Oh wait, April told herself, she is a teenage girl in front of her crush. My bad.

“Shut up, Stuart. And no- it’s just when stuck between apologising to an old woman who’s coffee you just spilt all over her brand new cream cardigan and running for your life- even I wish I chose the one involving the exercise! Jesus, what does that woman have in that tiny purse- a gun? Oh my God, what if she has a gun? Guys, this is serious-“