Dedicated to TheGirlInTheMask181 because we were sisters in the past lifetime.

And to imaginehey because she's awesome af.

"Cause I'm happy, clap along if you feel like a room without a roof. Cause I'm happy-"

I hummed repeatedly under my breath as I unlocked the house door.

"Hey Godmother, I got ice cream and-"

I looked up to find my roommate sitting on the couch with her outstretched arms and a big smile.

"Wait-" she started again, her hands slowly coming down, and her smile diminishing.

"-Why aren't you cursing and crying about how the world is cruel and chemistry should he banned?"

I shrugged and put my book bag down, happy to be relieved of the weight.

She wasn't exaggerating though.

I was never a good student. And I hate my course.

So my life consisted of failing tests and exams, and then crying about it to her.

She, as the best friend, could only offer me solace in what I loved the most. Food and movies.

"Today was different" was all I let out.

"Why, you passed the test?"

"I won't say passed. But I definitely did better than nothing"

Both our eyes drifted down to my wrist.

"Where'd that come from?"

I smiled and traced the beads. My good luck charm.

(SPONGEBOB NARRATOR VOICE) 15 MINUTES LATER

"Not that I didn't hear everything you said, but THE NEW STARBUCKS IS HERE AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!"

I smiled sheepishly and opened my arms for a hug.

"Seriously Godmother, how could you do this to me? And now you've met a boy who gave you a good luck charm? What even is this life?"

I giggled and pat her back.
"He's not just any boy. He's the boy that works at Starbucks. And he's like, super cute. And his accent is so, panty dropping!"

The face Jasmine was giving me, showed that she found this strange. "First of all, we're in London, we hear British accents all the time. What's so special about his?"

"I know Jas, but it sounded so heavenly coming from his mouth" Complete with a dreamy sigh and clouded eyes, Jasmine could tell I was already smitten with this boy. And I hadn't even know him for that long!

"Okay enough about me, tell me about your day, did you meet any hot boys?"

The tint on her cheeks was enough answer for me.

"Oh my God you did? Spill everything now!"

"He wasn't all that-" She started, putting a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

"-I mean, I thought of him as super hot, or as you said, panty dropping" 

She made little air quotes at panty dropping, making me giggle.

"But then he had to open his mouth. To say I was shocked is an understatement.

He said things that scared me, and made me want to just walk away.

But then I didn't. I mean, I've never heard such nasty words sound so good before"

I looked at my best friend with wide eyes.

First of all, because in just a few storytelling minutes, she had eaten nearly half of the tub of ice cream.

Secondly, because I hadn't ever heard her talk about anyone like this. Well anyone except fictional characters and chips.

"Wow. You are so poetic" Was all I could muster, before erupting into laughter.

She looked looked to me and rolled her eyes. "You are so stupid, you know that?"

"That's why you love me" I replied, poking her sides, my laughter calming down.

"Sadly"

Silence engulfed us as we watched SpongeBob try to annihilate a simple stain from a plate.

How hard could it be?

"Let's make a toast" I finally spoke up, holding my ice cream filled spoon.

"A toast to what?" She asked back, holding up her own full spoon.

"A toast to meeting hot boys I guess"

"You always toast to stupid things" she commented, but still clinking her spoon against mine.

The rest of the night was spent having SpongeBob marathons, brain freezes, and laughing at ourselves.

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Turning onto my side, I checked my phone for the time. It read 11:23am.

I yawned and lay back, stretching out and moaning lightly when my muscles were relieved.

Saturday morning and the sun was peeping at me from the slightly open curtains.

I just lay there with my eyes closed, until my stomach decided to growl.

Honestly, I didn't want to get up. But the intensity of the tummy rumble made me crawl out of bed and to the living room. (Sue me, I'm too lazy to walk. Crawling around was easier)

I opened up the fridge when I had finally gotten up, and to my ultimate horror, it was empty.
Except for three eggs and a ziploc bag of frozen chicken.

I groaned and closed the fridge. Then I read the neon green sticky note on pasted the front.

It said: Went out to get some groceries, since you and your big mouth finished everything in the house.
I won't be back till later, so you might as well go out for breakfast.

I frowned a bit. My brain was still foggy from sleep, so the only thing I recognized was 'Out for breakfast'

After a warm shower, I was less sluggish, and more awake.

The weather wasn't cold at all. It was nice and sunny and warm. Pretty unusual for London weather.

After putting on a pair of black skinny jeans, a loose white t shirt, and my high top converse, I picked up my wallet and slipped it in my back pocket. I knew exactly where I was going to have breakfast and a show.

"Did it work?" Was the first question he asked me when he sighted me.

An instant smile glued itself to my face.

His eyes were were wide and had a hopeful look in them.

"Is that how you say good morning? I might have to file a report to your boss"

"We can worry about that later, just tell me if it worked?"

I let out a small laugh. "Yeah, it did"

His eyes were as wide as saucers.

"You passed the test?"

"I won't say passed, but I definitely did better than normal"

"Yes! So I get to bless your taste buds"

I let out another laugh, and walked backwards slowly.

"Whatever you say. Could you also get me a crossitant?"

"You mean a croissant?" He asked with raised brows.

"That's what I said, now shoo"

He laughed and went inside to get my breakfast.

As if waiting for the right time, my legs failed me, making me land on the tiled floor.

And that my friends, is why you should never walk backwards, no matter how cool it might seem.

The few people in the café look at me like I was crazy, and I walked over to a back table with my head down.

So embarrassing.

"So which one is this?" I asked the smiling brunette across from me.

"It's called, the mocha cookie crumble, and it tastes like heaven"

"Really? I think I'll be the judge of that"

"Be my guest then"

I brought the straw to my lips and took a small sip.

My eyes widened and my little sip turned into a big sip.

"You like?" He asked, when he saw the look on my face.

"What do you mean I like? I freaking love! What is in this thing?"

And I wasn't exaggerating. It tasted smooth and creamy, and like liquid cookies.

"See, I told you I'd bless your taste buds" he smirked, feeling proud of himself.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't get ahead of yourself there. It's good, doesn't mean I'll leave my Pumkin spice for it"

His face fell, and it was my turn to smirk.

"Aren't you going to get in trouble for sitting here with a customer?"

I asked him, taking a bite out of my crossitant - I mean croissant.

"Yeah. But I'd rather be here anyway"

I didn't know what he meant. And I didn't want to think what I thought it meant.

It was enough to make me choke though.

"Are you okay?" He asked, getting up to pat my back.

The feel of his palms on my back, even if it wasn't my bare back, was enough to make me feel heat surge through my whole body.

I swear if I were white, I'd be redder than ketchup.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine" I replied a little too quickly, so he could take his hand off me.

It was doing things to my body. And those things made me feel some type 'o way.

"Oookay" he replied, looking at me like I had some serious problems.

"So uh, you never really told me your real name. I can only call you 'alien' for so long"

"Oh. Yeah, sorry. It's Adrien"

"Adrien. Cute name"

I grinned. "Thank you. I got it for my birthday"

"Okay" he chuckled. "Well I'm Michaelangelo. Or as you know, Mikey"

"Michaelangelo? As in the painter?"

He nodded. "Yup. And please never call me Angelo. Please"

I smirked. "But where's the fun in that?"

He smirked back "The real fun is what I'm going to do to you if you ever call me that"

My eyes widened.

Again, I didn't want to overthink things, but was that a nasty joke?

Before I had the chance to choke again, another customer came in.

"I'll be back" he told me, getting up and moving towards the counter.

As soon as he left, I took a deep breath.

I looked at the way he chatted freely with the elderly lady, making her laugh easily.

I knew I wasn't mistaken when I got attracted to him.

I mean, what's not to like there?

His brown eyes that looked like the coffee he smelled like.

His broad shoulders that gave me very impure thoughts.

His large, milky hands and long fingers that were the direct opposite of my chocolate ones.

And finally, those lips that never failed to have a smile on them all the time.

Call me smitten, but he was perfect.

"My shift is almost over, are you gonna stay till the end?"

I looked up from the book he found me to read.

"Yeah, I can't go out anyway. It's raining cats and dogs"

"Okay. There's a few more customers, and then Olivia will take it from there"

I nodded and returned the smile he gave me.

So there weren't too many customers in the mid-day hours, so Mikey and I talked all day.

Before noon, I knew that he had taken two gap years after high school, and after that, he was going to study photography at NYU.

I also knew that he had three younger siblings, but they died in a car accident two years ago. Around the time he finished high school.

We talked about anything and everything we could, telling each other about ourselves and our interests.

But then the rains started, and people started trooping in. Mainly for shelter, but some others wanted coffee.

He went off to attend  to them, but leaving me with a romance novel that was definitely intriguing. Not as much as staring at his face was, but yeah, it got me hooked.

And if I looked up at him, he'd send me a wink, or a small smile, that caused my heartbeat to accelerate to an unhealthily irregular crescendo. I had to remind myself that he was just being nice, nothing more, nothing less.

"Are you ready to leave? The rains have gone down"

I looked up at him and nodded, getting up.

"You have to let me take this book along with me. It's so interesting -" I started, gushing about how the characters hadn't even kissed, and it had gotten to chapter 36.

"I know right? I was the same way after mum gave it to me"

I silently swooned at how he said 'mum' and threw a questioning glance.

"You read?"

"Yes. Is that so weird? "

"Not really, but kind of"

"Well isn't that sexist"
His left hand

"I'm not saying that boys don't read. I've just never met one, directly"

We walked toward the door, and he let me out first, before turning back and saying goodbye to Olivia.

I turned to look at the Olivia girl, and what I saw stunned me.

She was a gorgeous blonde, complete with the blue eyes and tan skin. Are there even tan people in London?

Her gaze met mine, and she gave me a sweet smile.

Even her smile was perfect.

She looked too perfect. And maybe with time, Mikey would like her. And the they would date. And I would be heartbroken.

I had to so something about this! Sue me, I was jealous.

"So uh, I was wondering-" I started, diverting his attention to me. "- if you wanted to go somewhere with me, and possibly do something. Like a date. But it doesn't have to be a date. It could just be a friendly hang out between friends, and um, yeah. I'll shut up now"

I felt so embarrassed, I was sure my dark cheeks had a pink colour on them by now.

"I would love to go on a date with you"

My head snapped up to his. "Say what now?"

"I said-"

"I know what you said. Aren't you weirded out?"

"Why should I be? If anything, I'm embarrassed. I should have been the one to ask you. But I didn't want it to be too soon"

A wave of relief coursed through me, as I smiled. "Even if you asked me on a date the day we met, I'd have said yes"

Both our eyes got wide at my statement. "I should probably shut up now"

He laughed at me once again, receiving a playful glare from me.

"So can I get your number?"

Don't sweat it. He asked me this time.

"Sure" I replied, taking his sleek iPhone from his hands and typing my digits in.

"I'll text you later. When I get home"

"Okay. I'm really close to my house, so I was just wondering, when would you be free?"

"I don't have a shift next Tuesday, so I guess I'm free then"

"Perfect. Just perfect"

"What?"

"Hahaha I have to go now, bye!" I yelled, walking into my street and straight home.

I am so embarrassing.

Hey  guysssss.

How do you like this one? I wanted to make it different, so she's the one who asked him on a date.

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And I'm so thankful to you all, for the lovely comments, and the votes you've been leaving here. You are all sweet and you make my day.

My mom told me yesterday that everything I write is rubbish, and I cried so hard. But when I read all the comments, I was like 'If I write rubbish, I wouldn't even see a comment here'

So thank you all for everything.

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