Coffee Part 2

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WARNING! This chapter will include violence and a bit of smoking, DONT DO IT KIDS! I hate writing it but thats what they did in the 60's :/


Still sitting against the tree in the park, he handed her a muffin he had brought from the coffee shop he worked at down the corner. She smelled it with delight before taking a bite of the shaped bread, enjoying it. He loved the smile on her face, it brought a smile to his.

After they had finished the lunch, they headed back to the coffee shop. She was about to leave, but that was when he pulled her close and planted a small, quick, kiss on her cheek. He gave her a smile, as she stood there, trying to take in what had happened, "Have a good rest of the day, sweetie, ill see you after." he told her.

She shook out of her frozen state and headed off to school. He watched her go, trying to not be late, witch caused him to chuckle a little. He went back to work, sweeping, taking orders, and occasionally baking a treat, witch always left his hands caked with powder.

He rubbed it off on the sides of his apron,  and new his shift was over. He hung his apron up, and bid good luck and have a nice day to the next persons shift. He took his jacket from the back room, witch had his tips, and a little bit of junk stashed up.

He left the coffee place and decided to have sometime at home before he met up with his sweetie. He walked down the street, and went into his old, sketchy neighborhood, where the people with less stayed. He lived with his younger sister in a small trailer that he had bought for not that much, just a couple years back.

He opened the door, and sat down in the 'living room' with had a small couch, carpet, a kitchen area, and some cabinets. There was a door that led to a small bathroom, and another that led to a bedroom, witch the siblings shared. 

He let out a tired sigh, and planted himself on the couch, sinking into it. He took some time to himself, just thinking, until a knock at his door was heard. He got to his feet and walked over to the door, opening to, to show his best friend, who was out of breath, and was holding something in his hand.

He grabbed onto his friend and pulled him into the trailer, and led into the couch, "ok," he annoyingly sighed, "what 'cha do this time?" he folded his arms, looking dead into his friends amber eyes. His friend looked up, holding one of his eyes with his hand, " I lost my job, an' refused to let 'em take it away." he shook his head, "So i took something an' ran off, but I was pushed out of somethin' and started getting beat up, so I ran here as fast as I could." he shook his head.

He looked at his friend's hand over his eye, "move your hand, so I can see what happened, if its bad, you know my sis can help you." His friend did as he was told. He moved away his hand to show his eye was all bloody, and was hurt more than the rest of him.

He went to the sink and grabbed a rag, getting it wet before giving it to hid friend for him to put over his eye, "damn, they got 'cha good. Can you hold up until Katara gets here?" he asked. His friend nodded, looking down. He sighed and sat next to the bruised up boy, " What did you take anyways?" he asked.

His friend smirked and opened his hand to show a pack of ( omg i cant spell, but im guessing you know) . He chuckled and slightly shoved him, "You could 'ave taken anything from that store, an' thats what you took?"

"want one?" his friend asked, holding one out.  He shook his head, "nah, i'll take one later, I have to meet up with-"

"Coffee girl?" his friend asked, lighting the stick. He chuckled and shook his head, "You know me to well." his friend shrugged, "yea, but there is somethin' else." he said, "be careful around her, she is one of those fancy people who has it all." he said, putting it to his mouth for a little, " who knows what will happen, its hard to trust 'em."

He nodded, "yea but she," he froze for a little, "she is different."


i will do a part 3 later

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