Short story about youA Story by krystleI don't normally write these but It's a gloomy day in Florida and my windows are opened and my coffee is on the stove and I thought whyyyyy the hell not...I watched him as he ordered his daily black coffee, demanding a large cup instead of a shot, being beautifully rude about it. He never thanked the barista, and he barged in here as if expecting to never be rejected of his order, which he wasn't. But I noticed how he would always leave an overly polite tip. always leaving me on edge of his personality. His hair was a beautiful length that made my heart explode when it dripped onto the marble floor on rainy days. when he smiled his lips would turn up in the most perfect way, and he hated letting anyone see him do so. "Hello! Annabel, are you listening? this essay is due tomorrow and unless you are planning on marching over there and planting a wet one on lover boys lips I need you to help me!" Clara laughed. Clara was my best friend and we come to the brew every morning, I'd like to believe it was so I can get some studies and caffeine n before classes but she says that neither are true and that he is my caffeine. Strange thing to say for a guy I don't even know. "yeah, i'm listening, and stop calling him that, I don't even know him" I barked back. "Yeah, you may not know him but your school journals sure do" she laughed again, motioning her head toward the journal covered in his name. Jake, Jake was his name. and the only reason I know that is because I pretended to be looking at the pastries in the glass display next to the cash register as he told the cashier his name. "shut up, you're no better" I laughed, softening my harsh tone from earlier. "you're right, only difference is I don't stalk the guy who owns the name written on my journal, and it's going on three years strong thank you very much. Nice attempt at a save though, lets go or we're going to be late." "I do not stalk!" I laughed, gathering my things "Okay maybe not stalk but you hardly got a word I was saying to you earlier and now that the conversation is about him you're fully engaged, You need to introduce yourself." I didn't say anything as we left the shop, because Clara was right, I was so infatuated with a stranger that I only wanted to know, everything about. So far I know he has a beauty mark on the back of his neck, that he seems to rub when he gets impatient, his hands are twice my size and his fingers are filled with rings, one of which I really hoped was not an engagement ring when I first saw him, but that thought was quickly diminished once the cashier joked about it to him and he cussed her out saying that isn't a funny joke and couldn't be further from the truth. and his eyes, they were nothing special of a color but, his dark eyes were so mysterious that they could do one of two things i'm sure; either completely turn a well regulated persons life upside down or give a purpose to anyone's life who looked into them. I tried not to. it wasn't hard since he never noticed me enough to look up at mine. © 2014 krystleAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on November 18, 2014 Last Updated on November 19, 2014 Tags: shortstory, story, boy, love, infatuation. Authorkrystlecoconutcreek, FLAboutThis world excites me. I like being around people with genuine personalities and happy spirits. I'm made of coffee and love Jesus. now that the basics are out of the way, I'm also a walking contradic.. more..Writing
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