the boy's eyes were strained with red from the night before, his body struggled against the fabric of his lilac sweater to retrieve some type of warmth. the weather outside was at thirty nine degrees, even his tights covered by thick sweatpants and the thick lilac sweater and the furry jacket and thick fur boots didn't help the boy get the warmth he deserved.
"maybe coffee will help," he shivered as he hurried into the closest coffee he could find, his lungs instantly felt comfortable upon entering the cafe, the warmth floating around the cafe soothed him entirely. "next in line," that was calum.
"one coffee please," his bones and muscles spasmed as they tried to get warmer faster.
~'
ashton was sitting in the corner of the cafe sipping the warm goodness that slid down his slightly chilled throat. that's when he walked in. a boy with the face of gold, ashton's hazel eyes traveled the boy's face and body, studying every piece of him. the small boy's eyes were red and looked extremely tired, his body was small and thin, and his cheeks were slightly hollowed.
the boy ordered and retrieved his coffee and walked to an empty chair near a window, the curly haired boy watched as the cute boy sipped on his coffee and shivered, the boy's small hands gripped the coffee cup like it was something truly precious, or maybe he was just that cold.
ashton didn't want to get caught staring so he looked away, and when he looked up again, the boy's thick furry jacket was off and sitting on the back on his chair. "he's purely beautiful, but yet broken," mumbled the curly haired boy who couldn't help looking at the boy in the lilac sweater.
~'
calum watched as people walked up and down and around the local circle, some rushed into the cafe to get their hands on a warm delicious thing of coffee.
the scottish boy could feel someone staring at me, or atleast he felt like someone was. he looked around the coffee shop, no one's eyes met his big brown ones. a few people were leaving, a young girl with a rainbow scarf around her neck, a grandmother with a box of pastries and a curly haired boy who luscious hair and shiny black boots that made a loud noise when he walked.
as calum watched people enter and leave the cafe, he grew bored, that meant he'd have to go back out in the cold once again so he could walk home. before he completely finished putting on his jacket, a waiter walked over to him and tapped his bony shoulder,
"i was instructed to give this to you before you depart, a young lad wanted me to give this to me so you wouldn't get cold on your way back home," it was another cup of coffee, the exact flavor that he purchased for himself not too long ago; french roasted, french vanilla flavoring. "oh um thanks," the boy mumbled as he took the hot container of coffee from the worker's hands and smiled politely.
"now maybe i'll make it home before i turn into a popsicle," calum giggled as he left the cafe and walked home.
i like this part, i guess. ashton is so nice! :-)
