Little Infinity • Hatfilms Book 2 ✔️

Chapter 4: Cheer Ups

 Chapter 4: Cheer Ups

“My name is Lauren and I’m taking your order today,” I looked up from the menu I held and saw a young girl – around her teens – smiling down at me and Christelle. We had just arrived at the really cute garden cafe Christelle had mentioned a few days ago, and since it was New Years Eve: we had no need to be at the office.

I feel my tummy rumbling and quickly decided on a croissant and latte, whilst she had ordered a bacon bap and water. After the waiter dispersed into the crowd, I raised an eyebrow at Christelle with curiosity.

 Her face became emotionless as she shrugged and said, “I hate coffee and hot chocolate. It makes me sick in the mornings.”

“I never met a person with a weird dislike of hot beverages. Do you like tea?” I asked. Right then, she shoved her phone back into her bag and we begin our first proper conversation. We never really talked unless it was about YouTube content. And I bring up her personal life, she ignores it. I never had a friend who felt insecure about talking about their life.

“Well...I like date tea; it isn’t a type of tea here in Britain.” She thought out loud, reacting with my head tilting sideways.

“Never heard of that before?” I cut in.

Christelle then continued, “Though I really hate hot beverages: even in the winter.”

We filled in the time with chatter right before our food came to our table. I glanced behind the waiter who dropped ours off: to the wooden clock hanging on the wall. It was rather a bright tone of colour: birch colour. I had read: 10:15.

I had afterwards slumped back down onto my seat and started nibbling on my croissant – I wasn’t hungry; I needed the energy. It took my seconds to realise that Christelle had been waving at my face, my face drooped down as I swirled my coffee around with the spoon accompanied with it.

“Hey, why so down?” I saw her smile. “It’s New Years Eve: you should be getting you happy face on today!” I find her hand tilt my head and she laughed at my weird emotion at what she just did. “Truthfully, whenever I talk to people: they don’t look at me. Why do you people do that?” She asked.

I stretch my arm forward and yawned whilst explaining: “Well...sometimes they are thinking or they feel really unconscious looking at that person.”

“Are you doing those things to me?” She asked: her eyes shaking in worry. I had learned that she was the people who wanted the truth; not forcefully – carefully.

“No! Of course not! I’m your friend,” I answered immediately. “A friend of mine is who I can tell my feelings to.”

There was a pause.

“So what has been bothering you then lately,” Christelle sighed. “I’m not going to stop until I get a full answer.” She had bitten into her bap as I sipped very slowly. I wanted this coffee mug to be filled with infinite hot beverages: just to let the time slip.

I didn’t want her know what’s been bugging me, and yet I just want to let out the entire burden out of me. I’m not angry; just stressed.

My hand moves the coffee down my warm lips, putting it back onto the table slowly. The two of – Christelle and I – faced it each other. And one thing for sure: I never had a single serious conversation to a friend like her.

“Um...” I bit my lip, “It happened a week ago I guess: that’s when the party happened.”

She gestured her hands to carry on: I obliged.

“Basically, Sam arrived at Bristol since she’s a friend of Smith. But, she has been a total b*tch to me the past month! It is driving me mad to hell! Anyways, I don’t know why she’s being horrible to me: maybe because I beat her in games. She locked me in my own room, trashed my dress and stole my contacts!” In my head it felt so good to rage, and yet my voice has been projecting in a quiet tone.

“But something happened worse,” I sighed.

Christelle wondered, “What?”

I stumbled a few times but managed to say it in a whisper.

“Sam kissed Smith.”

“So? What’s the problem with tha... oh I get it.” Her mouth opened wide; shutting it quickly before evilly looking at me. Pushing my arms out, I slap my forehead for no reason; hiding my eyes.

“What?” I said: rather high pitched.

And then she chanted, “You like him! You like him!”

It took another minutes before I could say, “Yes I like Alex Smith! Can you please don’t mock about it? It’s embarrassing!” The both of laughed; dying down to finish our stuff.

“But I heard that Smith confirmed to twitter that he’s in a relationship.” Christelle stated.

I sighed, “Yeah...I..It’s alright I guess. I mean...they’re already thinking of moving in together: since we’ve been planning to move into our own apartments.” I explained furthermore on the situation, “Basically, Ross and I decided to get Smith a gecko for Christmas because he’s been nagging for one for ages! And Trott mentioned that Ross wanted to adopt some dogs.”

“How sweet! I love dogs! Well... I like them because I’m allergic to cats.” Christelle shrugged and I gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Anyways, we’re thinking of moving soon around the end of January. I’ve got an apartment already; we just have to sell the house really.” I explained until I had no more breath to exhale. But before I continued, I looked at the clock and it read: 11:05.

We’ve been here for almost an hour.

I saw her look at her phone, calling out: “Oh, I have to go: George wants to meet up back at my apartment. Do you want to come back to ours?” As we both grab our belongings, I shook my head and declined her question.

“No it’s alright, I have...editing to do.” I flick my glasses up the bridge of my nose as I put my beanie and coat on. It was still cold: the usual British weather.

“But are okay? I mean...Smith with Sam?” Christelle asked; right before she left.

I paused and carefully answered.

“Yes. I’m fine,” I said firmly. She left the cafe with a wave, making myself reflect back on what I just said.

I am fine... I think.

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait, more will be coming this weekend ;)

-SierraOwls