Short stories

Wallflower Cafe

The cafe was open 24 hours, it was a normal thing for teens to show up at 3am, tired and half asleep while they order a coffee to keep themselves up.

Sometimes the artistic teens would come at 12am not able to sleep, their creativity going wild with the black canvas to play with. You would see them sat there, engrossed in their small sketch books as a pencil moves like lights over an ocean. They'd take small sips on their tea or their hot chocolates, smiling softly as their lines becomes a proper work of art.

You might get the wallflowers, the quiet kids who avoid anyone that makes noise louder than a small mouse. Theyll have their milky coffee or maybe a sweet tea while they sit and contemplate what they're going to do tomorrow, maybe read a book or maybe try something new and go to the park. You never know what it is with those Rose's.

But then you get the it-boys and the it-girls. The ones who everyone craves, you want to either be them or be with them. The ones like Asher redwood the most popular boy in our school. You wouldnt guess by his looks that he likes writing but if you could read what he wrote you'd be amazed. His mind works in incredible ways that noone can comprehend.

When two very different people meet at the worst possible time for one, a whole world of chaos is likely to unfold. Asher Redwood and Selena Damines, the writer and the wallflower. The introvert vs the extrovert.

This Wallflower was a little bit different from the rest. You would expect her to have a small group of friends, all quiet and confined just like her right? Partially true. She had two friends, that's all, one was the sweetest man you will ever meet. He was small and petite , just what you would expect from a wallflowers friend. But the other, god she was the most gorgeous and outgoing friend you would ever meet. But of course wallflowers tend to grow upwards and surround or takeover what the put on. And just like a small wallflower, Selena had grown to rub off on her friends in a mostly positive way.

The write on the other hand, was different. He kept to himself and only himself. he favoured his journals and the abundance of books over any other company that could be thrown at him. That was one of the things that drew the wallflower to take interest in the quiet red head. the strange, cute, quiet Asher Redwood.

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