It was pouring outside with mist rising from the snow in clouds of steam. The trees on the other side of the glass seemed to blur together creating what seemed to be one giant paintbrush against the blank canvas that was the white sky. It was peaceful just like the rest of the store was.
Melody couldn’t help but gaze outside as the clock on the wall ticked more and more. Eight hours. One eight hour shift and she could go home. If she was lucky no one would show up. It was a gloomy day afterall. The mix of snow and ice creating a dangerous path from the parking lot the the storefront. She had barely made it to the railing of the front steps without falling on her face. At least she was going to get paid. Not that minimum wage was really worth it. Such a shame that you actually needed money to survive.
The bell over the door rang. A tall girl sliding in like she was on roller skates with two iced coffees in her hands. Her silver hair tied up in a messy ponytail.
“I bring coffee” She said triumphantly before slamming the two drinks onto the desk.
“Ah yes feeding into my addiction are we?” Melody wrapped her hands around the cold drink. Some people would joke that drinking iced coffee on a day like this was terrible but Melody wouldn’t have it any other way. “You shouldn’t be here, I’ll get fired.” Melody said as she tried to hide the smirk on her face. Her mind meanwhile begged her to stay.
“Hmmm maybe I’m buying something,” Lane picked up a ball of yarn from a metal cage in the center of one of the small shelve spaces. “How hard would you say it would be for me to pick up knitting?” Lane asked. Leaning in over the desk their noses inches from touching. She always had a little bit of glitter in her eyes. A fire almost, that can burn out so quickly.
Melody blushed stepping back to take another sip of her drink. Was she imagining things? Right now? The thoughts only made the rest of her body burn a little brighter. Keep this up and she was going to melt the ice in her drink. How many times does she have to tell herself it isn’t worth it? Oh god, leave it to Melody to tell the girl she likes that she really loves her right before she leaves. The thought alone of embarrassing herself made her want to throw up. She kept her lips to the straw sipping a quarter of her coffee in seconds.
“Stop you’ll get a headache if you do that,” Lane laughed reaching over as if to snatch the coffee from Melody’s hands. Melody flashed a glare well Lane feigned a look of disappointment.
“Coffee doesn’t do that,” Melody said.
“Yes- it does,”
“No-,”
“Suit yourself,” Lane said putting down her coffee before hopping up to sit on the counter. Her chipped pastel purple nails tapping on the wood. Lane was going to leave or California once the summer was over. Sure they still had the school year together but the two of them had been far to busy. Well at least too busy for Melody to try and figure out why she liked Lane so much. Too busy for her anxious heart to confess feelings let alone truly understand them. Plus this friendship was too good to pass up. It did involve coffee after all.
“You free for pizza tomorrow afternoon with Katie?” Melody asked.
“Can’t I got volleyball practice”
“Oh Okay,” Melody was blushing again. She couldn’t help but think of what it would be like to be there at one her games. Cheering her on like in one of the sports movies when the main character runs to the sidelines after winning to kiss their partner. She thought about how all the boyfriends sit in the bleachers holding up their cute signs. How two years ago a senior prom-posed holding one of those signs. Prom was another story within itself.
“Well enjoy your coffee, I have to go,” Lane jumped off, taking the time to dramatically dunk the ball of yarn back into the basket with the others. Melody rolled her eyes. “Love you,” Lane waved the bell of the front door ringing.
Melody barely had enough time to quickly chime in a “I love you too,” back before the door shut. The door shaking a little with the wind from the outside. Lane was cute. Absolutely adorable and strong. Melody couldn’t help but see her as the perfect partner in crime. Lane took Melody’s heart and made it a tangled mess. I’m not going to make promises I can’t keep. The voice in the back of her head mumbled to itself. Melody sighed before returning to her work. Back to a boring job and a slightly more bland day.
About the Creator
Illusive
I like to write for fun and I am gonna be posting short stories and old excerpts on here! I would really love if you would give my stories a read!


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