The Lucky One

Friday started of just like any other day, but it was not any other day. I slowly climbed out of bed after the beep from my alarm clock became such a constant sound that it made my ears feel dull. I then after rummaged through the mess of cloths on the ground and tried to find a pair of shorts that were somewhat clean. I grabbed my Beachside Cafe employee shirt and ran out the door.


When I got outside the CA sun proved to be everything its made out to be and my head felt like it burst into flame. I dug through my bag and grabbed my aviator ray bands. Even though the glasses reeked of self indulgment I was practically broke.


I didnt even know if I could afford to pay my rent. The minimum wage pay and meager tips left me with just enough to live on. And Lord knew that didnt include college. I had just finished up my first year at Boulder University and I was almost positive that I could not afford the next three years, and so my re-enrollment papers lay heavy and looming on a small desk in my room waiting to be attended to. I refused to. I still havent made up my mind on whether I would be returning or not.


The Beachside Cafe stood out more than the other small businesses surrounding the pier and water front. It was quaint and cute. It had the sort of local charm that not many large bars in the area could accomplish. The Beachside cafe served delicious coffee and practically nothing else or atleast everything else was less than memorable. Their coffee was good, more than good. And during the summer the different flavors of iced coffee were more than perfect. But the popularity of the coffee was only popular by word of mouth and thus the cafe could keep its small time charm. The crowd within the cafe were mostly urban hipsters, health moms and the occassional beach drifters.



As I walked up to the beach cafe I scowled. Of course, late again my fellow employees were already setting up. I tried to walk in non chalantly but my best friend Jacqueline stopped me.

"Hellooooooo Juls." She came and slapped me on the butt.


I scowled at her. Jacqueline's sunny attitude this early in the morning irritated me.


"Hi." I said this without any coloring making sure she knew exactly how I felt this morning tired.



She pointed at my glasses. "Regretting the shots from last night? And here I was thinking you could hold your liquor." She smirked and her eyes twinkled maniacally.


I muttered a profanity under my breathe and Jacqueline laughed and danced away. That was the thing about Jacqueline she walked so gracefully, like she was dancing, I on the other hand just stumbled.



Within the first few hours of our Shift Jacqueline and I attempted to entertain ourselves with the usual. PRETENDING to spit in rude people's coffee, attempting to steal from the tip jar and flirting with tanned surfer boys who came up onto the pier looking for something to eat.



Someone poked my back. "Damn some cuties just walked in." Jacqueline whispered harshly.



"Didnt you just get Cory's friend's number?" I asked. An old friend Cory had just walked in with a cute new friend and Jacqueline was all up in his ass. She even included her number on the recipt trick.



"Well yes..Lucky for you balding man in the corner is practicslly giving me the death glare for his check. He looks like he has an STD. The cuties are all yours hun." She winked at me and marched off, if I wasnt mistaken there was a little more hip swing in her gracious walk than usual when she got in a closer visintiy to the cute boys who had just sat down by the door.



After a while I went to their table and asked the standard. "Is there anything I can get for you guys today, maybe a drink to start off?"



There were three guys in total one blond, one long curly haired brunette and one measly but non the less cute looking light brunette.



Curly spoke up. "Well what do you recommend." If the British accent wasnt itself enough to die for when he looked up from the menu at me my heart practically jumped. Those eyes. Man. They were beautiful. I quickly snapped out of it and I felt a blush creep up my neck.



Damnit. I aways blushed and now did not feel like the right time. "Well," I leaned into the table using my secret as an excuse to show a bit of cleavage in the otherwise innocent Beachside Cafe V-neck.

"The food here is shit. So you need to get some coffee. We have good coffee."


The boys look slightly startled and the curly one smiled. "Well coffee it is then!" He looked around at the group and read blondie's face signal. "And maybe some food thats half decent Niall here is always hungry." The blonde one smiled.


"So half decent food and coffee it is then, we have thirty different kinds of coffee the type are on the back of the menu. Do you need time to decide or have you already decided what you would like?" My last words sounded like something recited from a textbook, which they practically were. I took the other two boys order except for curly. i soon realized that they were all British. Jacqueline would get a kick out of this. She loved accents. Curly delibritly waited to be last and when I got to him he gave a few seconds of silence as if deliberating something.



Curly looked at me for a third time and my heart skipped again. damn it. He wasnt even my type anyways, the accent was fakish. But those eyes. They were fucking beautiful


"And for you sir?" I inquired shyly


"Surprise me." I gulped.





LOOKING FORWARD IN THE LUCKY ONES
Relationships? Many
Heartbreak? Of course
Betreal? Present


Will Julia's budding romance be torn apart by old demons within Julia?

Has Jacqueline's life already been affected by one of the Brit boys?

and lastly.... What happens when you dont have a home?

Notes

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