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If We Ever Meet Again
Alexis has many meetings with the people we only dream about. But can any of it really last? (My first story)
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I looked into the mirror of the tattoo studio where I worked looking over my appearance. I ran my hands through my long dark auburn hair; it was currently in its wild curls. I fixed my eyeliner that framed my big blue eyes and put on my leather jacket over my ripped jeans and checked shirt and tank top. I changed from my heels into a pair of plimsolls, meaning I was back to my tiny height of 5 ft 2 and a half.
The high street was still busy for a Thursday night. Coming out of the studio I noticed a load of teenage girls outside of the cinema, they were raving about some new film and how fit the actor is. I guess no-one watches a film for the story line or the underlying issues anymore. I continued walking down the street toward the centre; it was 6.30pm so I would go down to the coffee shop and wait for Taylor to finish her shift.
Taylor was my best friend, practically my sister. We met in university, I was doing a photography course and she was studying Public Relations. The rooms we ended up in on campus were next door to each other so she would always come round to steal my coffee, sugar, water and kettle. So in the end I brought her a damn coffee maker for Christmas, since then we became inseparable. We finished Uni, got stable jobs and moved into a flat together just outside of London.
I walked up to the counter and ordered a large caramel hot chocolate- I’m a sucker for anything chocolate related.
“Tough day Lex?” Asked Christian whilst he wiped down the table of the girls who left.
“Something like that, oh you missed a spot.” I said pointing with a cheeky grin. If I’m honest I just wanted to watch his sexy ass lean over the table. I silently giggled to myself. As he was standing back up I told him “I think its still there maybe you should do that spot again.” He simply turned and threw the cloth in my face.
“Hey stop flirting with my boss, you pervert. Here’s your drink now sit down and shut up.” Said Taylor appearing from behind the counter with a huge grin on her face. Her black hair was tied up in a messy bun and her fringe was clipped back off her face. Her usual thick eyeliner had worn off slightly through the day and her cheeks were slightly flushed, but she still managed to look good. I was always jealous of Taylor she had dark features that were striking against her pale skin and she was taller and more toned.
“Hmm force full I love it” I said winking at her and taking my drink. “Any way your one to talk about flirting you dirty stop out.”
Christian walked up and casually leaned against the counter looking between the two of us and smirking. “ Well this will be a good story.”
“Yeah don’t mention that to me again it was a disaster, I’m starting to think there are no decent men anymore. As for you, if you don’t go away then I shall spray you with foamy milky stuff!” Exclaimed Taylor giving Christian the dirtiest look.
“Ahaha one year here and you still don’t know what it’s called.” Replied Christian as he walked out back, probably to have a cigarette.
I turned and walked toward the sofas at the back of the shop and pulled out my book and started to read. I was kind of a geek when it came to books, especially romance novels. I read these to account for the lack of ‘action’ in my own life. When it came to men me and Tay had the worst luck. However things weren’t always like that we used to go out with a new boy each night, got brought drinks by all sorts of men even pulled at rock gigs. Man those were the good times. I bet I sound like a right old bat but I’m only 22. Someone pulling my book from my hands jolted me out of my thoughts; I looked up to see Taylor with her coat and bag.
It was my night to cook so I made chicken and noodles. We sat on the sofa watching The Simpsons while we ate and chatted about work.
“This guy was about 6 ft 5 and had these massive guns of steel, but that was no help for him cause as soon as the needle touched his skin he fainted! It was hilarious me and Storm had to go outside to stop laughing before the man recovered. But bless him he was so adorable after and apologetic.” I explained as I went to the kitchen to grab two beers; yes we drink like men sometimes.
Taylor just sat and giggled “Damn I wish I was there, thanks for the beer. So did you apply for the photography position in Rock Tour magazine?”
I slumped down into the chair, “Yeah I did, Storm knows she’s pretty bummed that I’m gonna leave but she still hopes I get it.”
“Good. I’m so excited about tomorrow night, Lostprophets live in London!” Screamed Taylor practically jumping out of her seat.
We spent the rest of the night comparing songs and bands until we got worn out and decided to go to bed.
The high street was still busy for a Thursday night. Coming out of the studio I noticed a load of teenage girls outside of the cinema, they were raving about some new film and how fit the actor is. I guess no-one watches a film for the story line or the underlying issues anymore. I continued walking down the street toward the centre; it was 6.30pm so I would go down to the coffee shop and wait for Taylor to finish her shift.
Taylor was my best friend, practically my sister. We met in university, I was doing a photography course and she was studying Public Relations. The rooms we ended up in on campus were next door to each other so she would always come round to steal my coffee, sugar, water and kettle. So in the end I brought her a damn coffee maker for Christmas, since then we became inseparable. We finished Uni, got stable jobs and moved into a flat together just outside of London.
I walked up to the counter and ordered a large caramel hot chocolate- I’m a sucker for anything chocolate related.
“Tough day Lex?” Asked Christian whilst he wiped down the table of the girls who left.
“Something like that, oh you missed a spot.” I said pointing with a cheeky grin. If I’m honest I just wanted to watch his sexy ass lean over the table. I silently giggled to myself. As he was standing back up I told him “I think its still there maybe you should do that spot again.” He simply turned and threw the cloth in my face.
“Hey stop flirting with my boss, you pervert. Here’s your drink now sit down and shut up.” Said Taylor appearing from behind the counter with a huge grin on her face. Her black hair was tied up in a messy bun and her fringe was clipped back off her face. Her usual thick eyeliner had worn off slightly through the day and her cheeks were slightly flushed, but she still managed to look good. I was always jealous of Taylor she had dark features that were striking against her pale skin and she was taller and more toned.
“Hmm force full I love it” I said winking at her and taking my drink. “Any way your one to talk about flirting you dirty stop out.”
Christian walked up and casually leaned against the counter looking between the two of us and smirking. “ Well this will be a good story.”
“Yeah don’t mention that to me again it was a disaster, I’m starting to think there are no decent men anymore. As for you, if you don’t go away then I shall spray you with foamy milky stuff!” Exclaimed Taylor giving Christian the dirtiest look.
“Ahaha one year here and you still don’t know what it’s called.” Replied Christian as he walked out back, probably to have a cigarette.
I turned and walked toward the sofas at the back of the shop and pulled out my book and started to read. I was kind of a geek when it came to books, especially romance novels. I read these to account for the lack of ‘action’ in my own life. When it came to men me and Tay had the worst luck. However things weren’t always like that we used to go out with a new boy each night, got brought drinks by all sorts of men even pulled at rock gigs. Man those were the good times. I bet I sound like a right old bat but I’m only 22. Someone pulling my book from my hands jolted me out of my thoughts; I looked up to see Taylor with her coat and bag.
It was my night to cook so I made chicken and noodles. We sat on the sofa watching The Simpsons while we ate and chatted about work.
“This guy was about 6 ft 5 and had these massive guns of steel, but that was no help for him cause as soon as the needle touched his skin he fainted! It was hilarious me and Storm had to go outside to stop laughing before the man recovered. But bless him he was so adorable after and apologetic.” I explained as I went to the kitchen to grab two beers; yes we drink like men sometimes.
Taylor just sat and giggled “Damn I wish I was there, thanks for the beer. So did you apply for the photography position in Rock Tour magazine?”
I slumped down into the chair, “Yeah I did, Storm knows she’s pretty bummed that I’m gonna leave but she still hopes I get it.”
“Good. I’m so excited about tomorrow night, Lostprophets live in London!” Screamed Taylor practically jumping out of her seat.
We spent the rest of the night comparing songs and bands until we got worn out and decided to go to bed.
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