A/N: This is my first fictionpress story. Please be kind in your reviewing. Constructive criticism is always welcome, though. Thank you.

As this is the first chapter, some explanations might be in order. I will change the point of view in every chapter. Now it is Sam, next one will be Calvin. I'll repeat some of the story from their point of view, but I'll go on with the plotline as well, so every chapter will (hopefully) be worth reading.

Enjoy


Coffee Like You, Chapter One.

Sam.

'The first day I saw him I thought my world was going to end right then and there. I know it sounds old, seriously, I used to laugh at people who said things like that, but I think… I think he's the one.'

It was dead cold out. I was sitting in front of the pizza place where I held a part-time job, rolling a black cigarette between my fingers. It had a golden line where the filter ended, and it tasted like cinnamon. Black Devils, my favourite brand. I put it between my lips and fished around in the pockets of my red leather jacket for a lighter. No such luck. "Fuck…" I muttered. A guy came out of the pizza bar. He watched my struggle and grinned, pulling out a silver zippo with a black 'C' engraved on it. "Here. I got a light." He said, leaning over to hold the flame near my mouth. I looked up and sucked in the smoke, closing my eyes as I let it come out of my nose. Snow was slowly beginning to fall. Big wet globs gliding down both our coats, as he came to sit next to me.

I held out a cigarette to him. He shook his head. "No thanks, I don't smoke." He said. I raised an eyebrow and looked at his lighter. "It was a gift from my ex." He explained, looking at me from the corner of his eye. "We're still friends."

I nodded and continued smoking. My eyes followed the ringlets I blew in the air. After I finished my cigarette, I pressed it out on the ground and threw it in the trash can next to the door. "You go to Lecester High, right?" I asked, conversationally. His head whipped around, surprised, if not shocked. "Eh.. How do you know?"

I pointed at the back of his jacket, wearing the school symbol. "Sophomore?"

He nodded.

"Football?"

Again, he nodded.

I took my time to look at him, as he stood up and wiped the snow off his trousers. Taller than me, broad shoulders, curly hair that reached just past his ears. His eyes were chocolate brown and his hair a rare shade of honey. He was wearing a padded football jacket, a pair of tight, straight lined jeans, and brown sneakers.

"I can make coffee like you." I said. He stared at me. "Wha..?"

"I can make coffee that's like you." I repeated.

He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. "Ok then…"

I sighed and rummaged through my pockets for my keys. "Well…" I said, looking around. "I gotta go. My shift's over. See ya."

He raised his hand and waved vaguely. I walked around the corner of the building where my big black motorbike is parked, and let out a soft moan. "Shit…" I mumbled, starting up my bike and putting my helmet on. "He's too hot."

As soon as I got home, I took a long hot shower and dove in my bed. My hair would be totally fucked the next morning, if I slept on it now, but I didn't care. It was the first time ever I had talked to a guy like that. I had obviously made a total ass of myself. Coffee like you? Christ, I must be completely insane! He'd never talk to me again at this rate!


Stay tuned for the next chapter

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