one this crazy and out of control. I don’t live that far away from here, so getting to parties is never that hard. To be honest, I’ve always secretly wished you’d show up to one.”
“You did?” I asked in shock.
“Yeah, I’ve always thought you were cute, but I was too scared to say anything in class or something. Besides, I have beer here, and can at least get myself a little buzzed so my nerves don’t take over too much if you say no,” he said with a laugh.
“You’ve never struck me as much of the nervous type,” I said.
“Just around pretty girls,” he said with a smile.
“Woo yeah, let’s party!” a frat guy in a stained -plaid shirt screamed as he and two of his friends ran outside and jumped into the street where they began to dance.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah, this is a little much. Do you want to get out of here? Maybe we could go to a diner or something. There’s one only a few blocks away from here that’s pretty decent, if you like stale, cold coffee,” Tom suggested.
“That sounds wonderful . I’m going to tell Morgan that I’m leaving and then I’ll be back out and ready to go,” I said with an energetic and happy smile.
I jumped off the ledge we had sat on, waded through the crowd , and found Morgan talking to the guy she had cornered before. Luckily he seemed happy to be talking to her, and he didn’t end up having to call the cops about a crazed woman humping him in public. Morgan took the news happily, and said it was about time I went out with somebody. She said she’d get a ride home, unless things went well with Charlie—the guy she was seducing—which made him smile and wink at me, hinting that he wanted to get it in, even if it was with Morgan. I laughed it off and walked outside to Tom, who was smiling and waiting for me eagerly.
“Okay, it looks like we’re good to go,” I said as I hopped down the steps.
The diner was about ten minutes away, just on the outskirts of the area, and there were a few older and beat-up cars outside, belonging to a couple students and a few older gentlemen who were chatting and drinking coffee. I was surprised they were out so late, considering every elderly person I knew went to bed at seven.
A waitress sat us down, and we both ordered coffee, which I only got because I wanted to look mature in front of Tom . I didn’t much care for coffee, for I thought it tasted like dirt, but I wasn’t about to drink a soda while he maturely sipped on some coffee. I wanted to exude myself as a mature and sexy woman, not a little girl who needed a curly straw with her drink.
Our coffee was quickly brought to us, and I dumped in some cream and sugar, thinking I could at least mask the dirt taste with filler items. I took a sip and realized that wasn’t the case, but stomached it anyway and smiled happily as I cringed heavily on the inside.
“So, where are you from ? Have you always lived in Los Angeles?” Tom asked as he fiddled with a sugar packet.
“No, I’m from San Diego, but I just couldn’t stand it down there any longer . I know Los Angeles isn’t that much of a difference, but it’s better than being stuck down there where it’s even hotter.”
“Yeah, I’m from San Francisco, but moved down here to get into the warmth . That and I really didn’t want to be around home anymore. I miss it, but I’m glad I decided to move away and have to rely on myself instead of my parents. My brother is so dependent on them that it makes me glad I was able to get out and become my own person.
“Do you have a large family?” I asked.
“No, just my brother and me. I have a couple cousins, although they live in Minnesota, so I never really get to see them except for their pictures online.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I said as I neatly folded a straw wrapper that was left on the table from the previous patrons.
The noise went silent, with each second passing by resonating in my head as I tried to think of something,
“You did?” I asked in shock.
“Yeah, I’ve always thought you were cute, but I was too scared to say anything in class or something. Besides, I have beer here, and can at least get myself a little buzzed so my nerves don’t take over too much if you say no,” he said with a laugh.
“You’ve never struck me as much of the nervous type,” I said.
“Just around pretty girls,” he said with a smile.
“Woo yeah, let’s party!” a frat guy in a stained -plaid shirt screamed as he and two of his friends ran outside and jumped into the street where they began to dance.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah, this is a little much. Do you want to get out of here? Maybe we could go to a diner or something. There’s one only a few blocks away from here that’s pretty decent, if you like stale, cold coffee,” Tom suggested.
“That sounds wonderful . I’m going to tell Morgan that I’m leaving and then I’ll be back out and ready to go,” I said with an energetic and happy smile.
I jumped off the ledge we had sat on, waded through the crowd , and found Morgan talking to the guy she had cornered before. Luckily he seemed happy to be talking to her, and he didn’t end up having to call the cops about a crazed woman humping him in public. Morgan took the news happily, and said it was about time I went out with somebody. She said she’d get a ride home, unless things went well with Charlie—the guy she was seducing—which made him smile and wink at me, hinting that he wanted to get it in, even if it was with Morgan. I laughed it off and walked outside to Tom, who was smiling and waiting for me eagerly.
“Okay, it looks like we’re good to go,” I said as I hopped down the steps.
The diner was about ten minutes away, just on the outskirts of the area, and there were a few older and beat-up cars outside, belonging to a couple students and a few older gentlemen who were chatting and drinking coffee. I was surprised they were out so late, considering every elderly person I knew went to bed at seven.
A waitress sat us down, and we both ordered coffee, which I only got because I wanted to look mature in front of Tom . I didn’t much care for coffee, for I thought it tasted like dirt, but I wasn’t about to drink a soda while he maturely sipped on some coffee. I wanted to exude myself as a mature and sexy woman, not a little girl who needed a curly straw with her drink.
Our coffee was quickly brought to us, and I dumped in some cream and sugar, thinking I could at least mask the dirt taste with filler items. I took a sip and realized that wasn’t the case, but stomached it anyway and smiled happily as I cringed heavily on the inside.
“So, where are you from ? Have you always lived in Los Angeles?” Tom asked as he fiddled with a sugar packet.
“No, I’m from San Diego, but I just couldn’t stand it down there any longer . I know Los Angeles isn’t that much of a difference, but it’s better than being stuck down there where it’s even hotter.”
“Yeah, I’m from San Francisco, but moved down here to get into the warmth . That and I really didn’t want to be around home anymore. I miss it, but I’m glad I decided to move away and have to rely on myself instead of my parents. My brother is so dependent on them that it makes me glad I was able to get out and become my own person.
“Do you have a large family?” I asked.
“No, just my brother and me. I have a couple cousins, although they live in Minnesota, so I never really get to see them except for their pictures online.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I said as I neatly folded a straw wrapper that was left on the table from the previous patrons.
The noise went silent, with each second passing by resonating in my head as I tried to think of something,
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