Bloodstream
Our Favourite Place
Our favourite place we used to go
The warm embrace that no one knows
The loving look that's left your eyes
That's why this comes as no, as no surprise
—No Surprise, Daughtry
I groaned when Glad You Came started playing, my hand smashing against my phone so it’d shut up. I sighed and looked at the time; two in the afternoon. I really should stop going on tumblr so late. And because I knew myself more than anyone and I knew that I’d fall asleep I set my alarm so I wouldn’t be late for work.
I sat up in a haze and clutched my head, groaning at the dizziness. I glanced around and sighed at the slob that I was. My room was a mess, but I could care less about it. After all, it wasn’t like I was going to invite anyone in.
I stood and searched around for clean clothes, settling on a Bob Marley shirt and some black skinny jeans, slipping my white converses in. Screw socks, I couldn’t find any. I poured some cereal on a bowl and heard a familiar strangled meow. I sighed and stood, walking to the window to see Lily begging for food. How does she get to the third floor? I had no idea. Cats had their ways.
I gave her the rest of the milk and sat on the couch below the window, stroking her fur absent-mindedly. In all honesty, I was bored of my life. Ever since I moved back to England I had only gone to the café where I worked and hung out on my flat, watching movies, drawing things and going on tumblr. I was proud to say I had a famous account, with all my drawings posted and all, but it was also sad. I didn’t have any friends here.
And for the first time, in a year and a half, I thought about him.
Because he had been my best friend when I had lived in Wolverhampton. Then we went separate ways; end of the story.
But was it really the end of the story? Where was he now? When was the last time he thought about me? Did he remember the little girl who used to encourage him to go and pursue his dreams? Did he remember the little girl who he found on the bleachers the day of the homecoming game?
Lily meowed and moved out of the window, disappearing into the suburbs. I sighed and looked at the clock, deciding that it was time to go. I cleaned a bit before taking my purse, throwing in my umbrella in case it started to rain, and went out of the door. It was a light drizzle, but I still got soaked as soon as I walked out of my building. I gasped and quickly fiddled inside my purse to get my umbrella. I shrieked as it started to get heavier and got it out just to see that it was broken. I threw it on the floor out of frustration and rushed through the London streets, hoping that I had a chance of having something dry by the time I got to the café.
“Lana!” Christine moved herself to my side, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, “What happened? Your umbrella attacked you?”
“Yes, yes it did,” I sighed, rolling my eyes “Please, tell me you have a hair band”
“I have a rubber band,” she offered, raising her wrist “Does that work for you?”
“Yes, thank you,” I took it gratefully “I’m going to go change, but your shift is practically over now”
“Alright,” She undid the knot of her apron, handing it to me “See you tomorrow, Lana”
“See you” I smiled softly, taking it from her.
I quickly changed into my working clothes and sighed, smoothing out the black fabric. I checked my phone and put it on vibration before walking to Jude, the one in charge of the whole waitress thing.
“Good afternoon,” I greeted, taking out my pad “Which ones?”
“Table five, six, seven, eight and ten. I’m taking care of nine.”
“What’s on table nine?” I asked nonchalantly, though I was very curious
“Your ex,” he shot me a look, and I snapped my eyes to table nine.
And there he was; Jared. He was very handsome, very smart, had a gorgeous body, and was a complete and utter son of a bitch. Of course, I was saying this because he was my ex boyfriend and he had been the one to break up with me because of this slut that flew around him like a fucking mosquito. Then she was done with him and he came to beg me to get back together. Ha, like that was going to happen.
“Your shift ends an hour later, by the way,” Jude warned me “But you’ll get extra pay”
“Thanks, I could use some,” I grinned softly
“Just make sure you get some sleep,” he frowned “I like you, Lana, you’re my best worker here, and I’d like to keep you alive as much as I can”
“Will do” I nodded, moving to table five “May I take your order?”
The rest of the afternoon went much or less the same; same customers, same hours, same coffee, same doughnuts, same jerks, and Jared left at seven pm. Then there was a ding and I turned my head to the door, ready to greet the new guest. But my smile soon faded and his smile got tighter.
“Liam” I said, feeling the cold of the weather shimmer through the open door
“Hello, Lana”
The warm embrace that no one knows
The loving look that's left your eyes
That's why this comes as no, as no surprise
—No Surprise, Daughtry
I groaned when Glad You Came started playing, my hand smashing against my phone so it’d shut up. I sighed and looked at the time; two in the afternoon. I really should stop going on tumblr so late. And because I knew myself more than anyone and I knew that I’d fall asleep I set my alarm so I wouldn’t be late for work.
I sat up in a haze and clutched my head, groaning at the dizziness. I glanced around and sighed at the slob that I was. My room was a mess, but I could care less about it. After all, it wasn’t like I was going to invite anyone in.
I stood and searched around for clean clothes, settling on a Bob Marley shirt and some black skinny jeans, slipping my white converses in. Screw socks, I couldn’t find any. I poured some cereal on a bowl and heard a familiar strangled meow. I sighed and stood, walking to the window to see Lily begging for food. How does she get to the third floor? I had no idea. Cats had their ways.
I gave her the rest of the milk and sat on the couch below the window, stroking her fur absent-mindedly. In all honesty, I was bored of my life. Ever since I moved back to England I had only gone to the café where I worked and hung out on my flat, watching movies, drawing things and going on tumblr. I was proud to say I had a famous account, with all my drawings posted and all, but it was also sad. I didn’t have any friends here.
And for the first time, in a year and a half, I thought about him.
Because he had been my best friend when I had lived in Wolverhampton. Then we went separate ways; end of the story.
But was it really the end of the story? Where was he now? When was the last time he thought about me? Did he remember the little girl who used to encourage him to go and pursue his dreams? Did he remember the little girl who he found on the bleachers the day of the homecoming game?
Lily meowed and moved out of the window, disappearing into the suburbs. I sighed and looked at the clock, deciding that it was time to go. I cleaned a bit before taking my purse, throwing in my umbrella in case it started to rain, and went out of the door. It was a light drizzle, but I still got soaked as soon as I walked out of my building. I gasped and quickly fiddled inside my purse to get my umbrella. I shrieked as it started to get heavier and got it out just to see that it was broken. I threw it on the floor out of frustration and rushed through the London streets, hoping that I had a chance of having something dry by the time I got to the café.
“Lana!” Christine moved herself to my side, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, “What happened? Your umbrella attacked you?”
“Yes, yes it did,” I sighed, rolling my eyes “Please, tell me you have a hair band”
“I have a rubber band,” she offered, raising her wrist “Does that work for you?”
“Yes, thank you,” I took it gratefully “I’m going to go change, but your shift is practically over now”
“Alright,” She undid the knot of her apron, handing it to me “See you tomorrow, Lana”
“See you” I smiled softly, taking it from her.
I quickly changed into my working clothes and sighed, smoothing out the black fabric. I checked my phone and put it on vibration before walking to Jude, the one in charge of the whole waitress thing.
“Good afternoon,” I greeted, taking out my pad “Which ones?”
“Table five, six, seven, eight and ten. I’m taking care of nine.”
“What’s on table nine?” I asked nonchalantly, though I was very curious
“Your ex,” he shot me a look, and I snapped my eyes to table nine.
And there he was; Jared. He was very handsome, very smart, had a gorgeous body, and was a complete and utter son of a bitch. Of course, I was saying this because he was my ex boyfriend and he had been the one to break up with me because of this slut that flew around him like a fucking mosquito. Then she was done with him and he came to beg me to get back together. Ha, like that was going to happen.
“Your shift ends an hour later, by the way,” Jude warned me “But you’ll get extra pay”
“Thanks, I could use some,” I grinned softly
“Just make sure you get some sleep,” he frowned “I like you, Lana, you’re my best worker here, and I’d like to keep you alive as much as I can”
“Will do” I nodded, moving to table five “May I take your order?”
The rest of the afternoon went much or less the same; same customers, same hours, same coffee, same doughnuts, same jerks, and Jared left at seven pm. Then there was a ding and I turned my head to the door, ready to greet the new guest. But my smile soon faded and his smile got tighter.
“Liam” I said, feeling the cold of the weather shimmer through the open door
“Hello, Lana”
12/30/12