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You Found Me

You Found Me

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 You Found Me The sunlight glinted off of her face as she knelt down to open her bag. Hervintage camera safely nestled in her hands. The store was just closing, withonly the few regulars who stayed until asked to go, and I was wiping off thecoffee counter. I looked up, careful not to be noticed and watched her pull thezipper, the way her eyes lit up told me that she was happy with my gift. Shedidn't know it was from me. Carefully, she set the camera in her bag andpicked the rose out of her bag, gazing at it as if it were a foreign thing. Beingcautious of the thorns, she held it between her fingers, sniffing it and smiling. Asmile that I had but a moment to catch before it disappeared, as always,leaving me with a sense of longing, a tease. Still holding the rose, she zippedup her bag and swung it onto her shoulder before walking out the door, the bellringing, signaling that her presence was no longer near me, until the next day.And as always, I would be left to go home alone, until tomorrow when I couldreturn here and see her another day, watching the tiny smile light up the roomfor only a second."Ya still chasin' after that girl?" Marigold came up behind me, her heavysouthern accent giving away her identity."Ofcourse," I grinned, turning around to face her. Her peppered hair was put upwith two chopsticks and she was still wearing her apron over the old skirt shealways wore, a broom in her hand. She smirked and walked around to sit onthe barstool in front of me, leaning the broom beside her, she placed herelbows on the counter and set her head atop her folded hands."Why you wastin' ya time with that girl anyways, boy?""Because, she's worth it," I looked over at the door, hoping that maybe shewould come walking back through that door, and discover that it was me."But how do ya know? All you know bout her is that her name's Rose. Blue, Idon't want ya gettin' ya hopes up..." Marigold was always like a Mom to me,she would give me advice, invite me over for dinner sometimes and everyweek, she would go with me to visit my actual mom in the hospital. My Momhas been in the hospital for about 2 months now, in a coma. She was fine butone day, she was hit by a car, she was lucky enough to survive but she wentinto a comatose state, leaving me alone to care for myself since my Dad hadleft when she had me. Eventually, I got a job here, at Java Hutt, where I metMarigold, Rose, and almost all of my friends. So, now, all I can do is hope thatone day, she'll wake up."I just do,Marigold. Have you ever met someone that makes your heart skip abeat AND beat faster at the same time? Its...magical.." I sighed, picking up thestyrofoam coffee cups off the counter and tossing it into the trash, since some
people didn't know how to throw their trash away. Maybe, just maybe, one day,Rose will come running in here, and leap into my arms, then, I would know thateverything was perfect, but, until then,it would just be our little game of Catand Mouse...After we got everybody out and the coffeehouse cleaned up, Marigold and Iheaded out to her car. She drove me to work and back because I didn't haveenough money for a car yet so I just paid the gas for her instead."Blue, I gotta talk to you.." She turned suddenly, leaning against the car door.Surprised, it stopped in my footsteps and squinted, trying to make out her facein the dark with only the moon as a light, so I could tell what was wrong."What is it?" I ask, concerned."Well, I just don't wanna see you hurt..I don't think you should keep chasingafter that Rose girl.." she said slowly.. I didn't know what to think, she knewhow I felt about Rose, yet she's saying THIS!?"Marigold, I can't..she's one of the only things that keep me going," I replied,trying to hide the hurt that was seeping into me. She placed a hand gently onmy shoulder."Blue, I know you like this girl, but she's not good for you, she doesn't evengive you a second glance yet you keep after her. I know girls like this, they'llbreak your heart in a second, without a second thought!" Her voice graduallygrew louder as she spoke with her hands. Before I could even reply, she pulledopen the car door, climbed in, and slammed the door behind her. I had to runout of the way to avoid being hit by her bumper as her old car sputteredawake. I didn't know what to think, I've never seen Marigold like this before. Imean, I've seen her annoyed or mad at rude customers, or pained and sadwhen we visited my mom, but this was different. She was...disappointed..in meof all people. I wasn't sure why she was disappointed but I was hoping thisfeeling of hers wouldn't last, she couldn't possibly think that I could be able tostop loving Rose, could she?-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was around seven when she finally entered, the bell dinging as she rushed inthe door, her bag barely on her shoulder and her hoodie tight around her head. That's different, I thought to myself as she appeared at the counter. I couldbarely see her eyes through her slanted black bangs, the amber color of them
was so beautiful, I didn't understand why she chose to hide them."Um..coffee..black.." she finally said, her quiet voice interuppting my thoughts.Her voice sounded shaky, like she was scared of something..or someone.."Are you okay?" I lowered my voice enough so that she would be the only onewho heard it. She looked up at me, her amber eyes looking straight into myeyes, like she was looking for something."Um...yeh, can I have my coffee..please?" Getting the hint, I hurried and pickedup the filled coffee cup that I had pre-made for her and removed it from theheating area. As soon as I set it on the counter, she looked surprised that itcame out that fast and starting fumbling around in her pockets, searching forenough change to pay for the drink."Its ok..its on the house," I smiled my crooked smile, sliding the cup towardsher. Both of her hands firmly gripped the cup, as if it might escape as shethanked me and walked over to her usual table and set down her stuff. Hertable was tall andright in front of the big window at the back of the door. Therewere two chairs at the table, both bar stools were different colors;one a fadedpink and one a chipped lime green. Almost everyday, when Marigold was out of the room, I would open the window right before Rose arrived, for tworeasons;one, she liked to take pictures of the beach, so I didn't want thedusty/dirty window to mess with the pictures and two was because I couldcatch her smiling once in awhile when the ocean breeze came through thewindow, blowing her hair around her face and the smell of the ocean wouldsurround her. It was things like that gave me hope, that helped me believe thatmaye, just maybe she might give in to my offerings and actually talk to meabout something other than what size coffee she wanted. When I looked overto see what she was doing, I saw her fiddling with her camera, making surethat the zoom was just right and taking the lens cap off, she had taken off herhood and had her hair tied in a tight ponytail. Her camera was the vintagepolaroid, meaning that when she took a picture, the picture would come outand she would wait for the picture to appear. It was then that I saw what shehad tried to hide beneath the hood of her jacket, a new cut covered her rightcheek. I could tell it was new and untreated because it was swollen and red,not even covered by a band-aid. This was my chance, I could get some medicalsupplies and help her. Rushing into the back closet, I grabbed the first-aid kitand walked over to her."Hi, um..you want me to take care of that for you?" I offered, gesturing towardsher cheek."Oh...no its alright," she replied, not even looking at me."You need to have it looked like, it might already be infected..." I reached up to

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