time out of their own lives to help out the homeless. And to be quite honest I enjoy
playing it‟s the only thing I enjoy doing that doesn‟t include burying my head in the
books all day. I play and write music as much as I can, it helps stop my mind fromwondering. I have too much of a wild imagination. I walk to the end of the passageway through the stalls that are set up to take a seat on my usual corner chair andpicked up the guitar to start tuning it. Cassie approached me with a steaming cup of what I only hope was hot chocolate, I maybe 16 but coffee and tea are still
disgusting. „Here,‟ she hands me the cup, „don‟t worry its hot chocolate I know you towell to try to get you a coffee‟. S
he laughed and gave me a wink as I took a sip from
the mug. „Thank you, I‟ve been looking forward to that‟, I joke and she rolls her eyesat me, turns on her heel a stalks away to the clothing booth, that‟s the booth she‟s in
charge of. I sit the mug down next to my chair and I continue with tuning the guitar, Iwish I had bought my own, I feel a lot better playing my own. Once its tuned I startoff by playing a couple of soft tunes I had wrote a few days before. And as usual Iget that same thumbs up and wink from the pastor and Cassie indicating they likethe new stuff.Its soon 12 and my fingers are sore from playing so much, the church is almostempty of all customers and Cassie beckons for me to grab my stuff so we can hit theroad. I got half way down the passage when someone turned, slammed into me andspilt a boiling cup of coffee down my blouse. It took me a matter of mili seconds toregister the searing pain down my chest and let out a high pitched squeal as Istumbled backward slipped and fell right on my backside. Before I know it thatsomeone who was a very cute guy of a someone was helping me to my feet andapologising profusely making every attempt to make it up to me, he offered me his jacket, a ride home, money for a new shirt everything. I c
ouldn‟t help but laugh andthis suddenly and thankfully shut him up. He looked at me puzzled, „what‟s so funny?I just poured a hot cup of coffee down your top and your laughing?‟, he looked likehe was about to have an aneurism so I quickly stopped. „Oh, sorry, erm …. It‟
s justyou looked panicked and its not that big of a deal. I guess I just laugh in awkward
situations‟, I smile at him hoping that I get one back of him, and oh lord I got a smile
off him alright, a bright drop dead gorgeous smile that made my heart stop.
suppose that explains it t
hen, are you sure I can‟t give you a ride home?‟ he askedlooking guilty. „No honestly my friend will drive me home, I‟m fine don‟t worry aboutthe shirt, I didn‟t like it much anyway‟, I smiled sweetly and turned to walk away. And
before I know it lunges
in front of me. „Well at least let me make it up to you, ermhow about dinner or just coffee?‟ ,
oh my god, did he just ask me out.
I couldn‟t even
answer I just gave freakish nod of the head.
Wait what am I doing, you don’t even
know this guy, and he could be some super stalker or something.
„Erm, actually Idon‟t know if that‟s such a good idea‟, I feel bad and crazy for turning this gorgeousguy down. And oh boy he looks disappointed. Not good. „Oh, right sorry, totally un
called for asking you out, you
don‟t even know me‟, he gave me a sweet smile andturned to walk away. „I hope to see you around‟, he quickly throws at me
the leavesquickly through the church entrance. I turn around to pick up my bag that I droppedto see Cassie staring at me, mouth open and just staring at me. My guess is sheoverheard that conversation and I am not going to hear the end of this till I die.
„Whatwas that, why did you turn him away‟, and its starts now, she looked at me like I was
an amateur. And all I did was direct my eyes away from her and without answeringher question I made my way to the entrance of the church. Before I could make it out
of the church doors, Cassie grabbed my arm and twisted me round. „Seriously