Coffee Like You, Chapter Three.

Sam.

‘I remember he looked like some weird kid, asking me out when I didn’t even know him. But then… who can say no to the Matrix III? Yeah right, that’s what I thought. Note the sarcasm.’

Some days are bad days and some days are good days. They don’t tell you outright if they’re good or bad though. Sometimes it seems like a bad day and then suddenly… WHAM! Hello, sugary goodness. I guess they’re a little like people.

That particular day, I felt like emptying the register standing before me and running for it. Seriously, why did I even take this damn job? Even as I thought it I felt the box of pills rattle in my pocket. Right. Medical bills. Thanks for the hint, God. Or whoever is up there anyway.

The doors slid open and I looked up, ready to plaster on the oh-so-totally-fake smile and chime my usual line. That’s about the moment my heart stopped dead. Soon, a real smile took over control of my face- before I could stop it. Anyone who knew me could tell you I don’t really do the smiling to strangers thing. But this wasn’t a normal stranger. This was the weirdest stranger I had ever seen in my entire sorry little life. Of course I recognised him straight away. I’m not dense. It was the guy with the funky lighter.

“Hi.” He said, his voice nearly breaking over the small word. I almost giggled. Almost. I’m not a girl.

“Hey.” I replied, raising an eyebrow questioningly. His eyes glassed over for a bit, which was sort of creepy. Suddenly, he snapped out of it and blushed a little. Awkward, anyone?

“Ehm…” He started fidgeting and coughing. “Would you.. Like…” Like what? What is it? Come on, you can tell me big guy. You can do it! Maybe my staring wasn’t really helpful, but really, you should have seen this guy. He was the best impersonation of a stray puppy in a weird situation. One that involves being trapped in a bear-claw or something.

“I got two tickets to the Matrix III premiere. Do you wanna come with me?”

Wait… what?

All this to go out with me?

How cute.

“Sure, when is it?” Oh crap, did I just say that? I don’t even really like the Matrix. Or films in general.

“Thursday, at 10.” He said, his voice so sweet and adorable I could absolutely not back out. His mother would kill me, or something equally dreadful.

“Pick me up here at 9?” I asked. It’s not like I had any other option here. Bear with me. Literally.

“Ok!” And that was that. I couldn’t believe I was going out with some random guy. One that was painfully hyper and hideously cute as well. How could I be doing this? I mean, since when did I openly date guys? And another thing…

“SAM!”

“What?” I snarled, whipping my head around. Uh oh, the boss was standing right behind me.

“Did that guy order anything?” he asked, leaning in. No doubt to cup a feel of my ass, the pervert. He only hired me because he thought I was a girl. Maybe I should talk more, so people discover I am in no way female at all.

Maybe I should stop thinking so much and actually reply to what this greasy bastard asked.

“No.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. That was the most hideous thing. Why do people of 40 or older roll their eyes? Especially when they’re as fat and blubbery as this one here. He looked like a hippopotamus who was about to give birth. In a suit.

“It’s your job to sell those people pizza’s, you shitface.” He growled at me. Possibly because the look I shot him wasn’t all too friendly.

Oh, I sold him something. I smirked to the screen of the register. “Yes, sir.” I said, desperately keeping my tone of voice even.

Hey, wait a sec. Did he just call me shitface? I was about to protest about harassment, when he brushed past me. “You’re lucky we haven’t fired you, boy. With your history.”

My heart stopped. Wha..? How did he know? I glanced around nervously.

He turned and glared. “My office. Now.”

Woops. So this little visit of his wasn’t a social call after all.

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A few minutes later I found myself being thrown out of the ‘establishment’. What the fuck? The dude had been ranting on and on about some lame thing. Like, I didn’t smile enough or something. Lame!

But, in the end it was all just an excuse. I hung my head and sighed. How the fuck did they find out? I was seriously sure of not dropping any hints. But somehow… And now I was fired. Great.

I walked to my bike and dialled my voicemail. One missed call.

“Samuel Rogers, this is Doctor King. I am calling you about your last visit. Our scans show that the fatigue you have been feeling is indeed a result of your medication. Considering your situation, however, I must urge you to keep taking these pills. See you next month.”

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I swallowed and stuffed my phone in my pocket. This was just peachy.

That Thursday, I was waiting at the pizza bar, as planned. The owner kept shooting dirty looks at me, I gave him the finger. It was none of his damn business to snoop around in my private matters.

I looked at my nails and sighed. Hopefully he’d be here soon… I didn’t even know his name. How weird was that? I made a mental note to introduce myself the moment I got a chance.

At 9 sharp he pulled up in front of me. I grinned and got in the car. Naïve? Me? Maybe.

I held out my hand. “Samuel Rogers.” I said, smiling sweetly. He looked confused at first, but then grabbed my hand and shook it, blushing slightly. “Calvin Montague.”

I arched an eyebrow. “As in… Shakespeare?” I giggled. He stared at me. “Oh, how romantic. Let’s go Romeo.” “Wait…” he said, slightly flustered.

I turned to face him, “What’s wrong?”

“I uh… I gotta tell you something…” He mumbled, blushing even more. If he didn’t watch it he’d explode soon.

“I uhm… don’t actually have those tickets.”

That moment, right there. That’s when I decided he’d be more to me than just a quick fling. A convenient fuck. He looked at me as though he thought I’d ditch him right then and there. I smiled what I thought was one of my nicer, less manipulative smiles and nodded. “I thought so.” I said.

He eyeballed me for a moment before I continued. “I don’t really like the Matrix anyway. You got somewhere else we can hang out?”

He nodded wildly, making his curls dance. “Yup. Some Irish pub, is that good?”

“Brilliant.” I said, with a wide smile.

We had a great time that night, getting to know each other. The music in the pub was soft, but recognisably British rock. I liked it. The drinks were nice too. Calvin insisted on paying them. I didn’t protest much, since I just lost one of my jobs. He obviously still felt very guilty for deceiving me with that whole Matrix thing.

By the end of the evening, I shifted a bit closer to him. “So,” I asked, my voice a bit husky. I was quite tired at that point. “How many times did you get turned down when you asked some random guy out like that?”

He laughed, eyes bright with alcohol and memories. “Oh, a bunch!” he grinned. “Some even punched me. But if you don’t try…” He looked at me, and our eyes locked. I loved that chocolate glint, that tinged a bit darker now. I read him like a book, and I liked what I saw. It made my skin tingle and my breath hitch. We slowly moved towards each other, drawn like moths to our respective flames. I licked my lips. The tension between us was murder, as he bent over even more, brushing his cheek over mine as he reached for my ear with his mouth. “If you don’t try, you never get the main prize.”

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A/N: Is this the end of Chapter Three? I am afraid so. But, the good news is, there's lots more to go! I have it all planned out... (evil laughter)

Anyways Time for some review replies. I know you can reply to them with that swanky button, but I just think it's more fun this way. If you want them replied personally instead of here, just ask. I'll happily oblige.
I also have a tiny question, wondering if anyone can answer this. Is there a policy of including songs in a story? Songs that are not originally written by the writer of said story? Because I'm thinking of adding some later...

Amindaya: Yeah, I sort of spell 'Eww' that way. My friends try to correct me on it, but I spit on them. Puh! Puh puh puh! xD no, not really Brea is meant to be a bitch, yes. Although she does have a good side. One I hope to show later. Ah, and about the money. I sort of forgot to mention he got money from his friends first. I know he can't buy all that from 20 bucks. (giggles) I'm too lazy to change it now but I might in the future, if I ever care to rewrite this. Thanks for pointing it out to me.

Esquirella: Thank you so much. Your review was greatly appreciated. Also, I hope you keep enjoying it!

SerialXLain: Teehee. I got the idea for the confusion from my brother having that in real life. He's not gay, so he didn't end up dating the guy. He'll probably kill me if he finds out I made Calvin like him. (hides)

Thank you all for such lovely reviews. I hope you liked this chapter as well. We shall meet again (swoosh of cape)