heart heart heart heart heart M'kay, yet another something that I wrote. Its the begining of the first chapter:
"I'ld like a.."a young man started, looking up at the large list of coffees posted up on the wall like a trophy won from a very popular sporting event."A cup of plain coffee, cafinated, black." The man behind the counter nodded his head, pouring the coffee into the ceramic cup that was painted a deep, entrancing color red.
The cashier handed it to mister Jackson Young, seventeen year old coffee drinker extraganza. Jackson smiled in return, taking the large cup and walked over towards the couches placed all around the room for the comfort of the customers. Jackson was, and will always will be, a customer.
Coffee made this young lad happy. Who knows why, it just does. On his upper torso was a normal shirt, and on his lower was a pair of blue jeans. His hair was shaggy, dirty blonde in color. His eyes were a dark green, unusual every where it seems. He smiled, taking a sniff of the coffee as he looked around for any one he would meet. Seeing no one, he leaned back comfortably into the large couch he was sitting on.
To be more specific, Jackson was wearing a band shirt. A band shirt, in a coffee shop?! How unnatural, unfasionable, un...un...Uncool. The band?Pink Floyd, a random shirt he had found when looking around for shirts in a second hand store with his ex-girlfriend. Ex...How nice that sounded when he said her name with his. Jackson, and his EX-girlfriend, Christy. Hmm. He liked the ring. It rolled of the tounge, no?
On to his other wardrobe. On Jackson's lower body, he wore a pair of tight pants--Not because it looked cool, just because he liked the way it feels. It was really his younger sister's pants, a pair that she grew too little for when she turned sixteen, which was alittle over three years ago. She had given him various other items of clothing, including the pair of pink Converse on his feet at the moment.
Was Jackson really a punk child? No, not really. He loved the clothes, so he dressed that way. He really wasn't depressed, dark, or full of sorrow like some people might say they were just because of the clothing they were wearing. Jackson smiled to himself, seeing a young woman around the age of eighteen walk inside the door with a small child of the age two hurring at her heals. He must be around two, probably her younger brother.
The woman looked over at Jackson, not shifting her gaze for a few moments until the young child needed something or another. /Children...How...Picky,/Jackson thought, smiling at the fact that the older woman looked at him with intrest. He waved slightly, as she walked out of the store with a cookie for the child and a coffee for herself. /Hmm. Doesn't want to talk to old Jack, does she?/...
He shrugged to himself, swireling the coffee that remained inside the cup with out much interest, making sure that coffee didn't spill out and land on his precious pants. The coffee house--Known more commonly as the Wake Up Bowl--was rather empty. People just didn't want to drink coffee at five thirty in the after noon, did they?
No. Not at all. Its not like its rush hour or any thing. Jackson's eyes patrolled 'his' little terrain, his coffee shop. Suddenly, a rain storm came on. He let out a small sigh as he turned his head slightly towards the window.
What he saw made his eyebrows furrow. A small child, around the age of eight or nine perhaps, was standing outside starring at him. He tilted his head to the right, and the child did so also. He turned around, only making the little bell anouncing when some one entered the Wake Up Bowl ring.
The little girl with the dark brown hair entered, her clothing soaked and her eyes a deep brown. He chuckled at an inside joke.
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"Hey, Wayne! Your eyes are like a pool of deep brown mud I could just stare into for hours.."called a young female, one of Jackson's good friends at the time. Her name? Christy, and she always joked around with Wayne like that. Everyone did.
Wayne looked back at her, rolled his hazal eyes, and continued on, his short brown hair barely able to be seen under a base ball cap that read the school's base ball team the East Borough Bob Cats. The colors blue and yellow did not mix well, making the team easy to see in the dark night games.
"Dude...Get over it. She is just joking..."Jackson said, a younger one at that. He pulled Christy close, and kissed her cheek. "I mean, she wouldn't say that to you. Only me." Christy smiled up at him, showing her movie star teeth. Jackson loved the teeth, since she was most likely the only non-movie star who had perfect teeth.
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Of course, that was back when the two were dating. He and the blonde hair brown eyed beauty, the perfect couple. He shook his head, hating the thought he was thinking.
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