Me & mr. Nice guy

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Risa

I woke up by a loud dubstep song, from someone's phone with crappy sound quality. I sat up in the beige couch I'd been crashing on and looked around. I heard how someone swore and then the music was turned off. There were bodies all over the place. Some people were sleeping on the floor, on top of each other, on the tables. I pulled my hand through my tangled hair and let out a yawn. I took my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. 11:24 am. Crap. I jumped out of the couch and walked into the hallway. As I desperately searched for my sneakers on the floor over flooded with shoes I heard someone behind me. I turned around, and right behind me stood Derek.
"Awake already?" He was leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face. I wrinkled my nose.
"Get yourself some mints."
He glowered at me.
"Not impressed," he said and started walking away from me. He then turned around to stick his tongue out.
"Mature," I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and disappeared back into the living room. When I finally got my shoes on and was outside I pulled up my phone out of my jeans pocket. I dialed the number to my brother's cell.

"Uhh hello?" He answered.

"Eric! Can you please pick me up, I'm at Christy's house and I really need to get to the coffee house. Gonna meet up with Jake"

"Jeez Ri" he said sounding tired.

"Please," I begged. "I'll do the laundry for a week!"

"When?" He sighed.

"Like right now?"

Ten minutes later his black corvette stood parked on the side of the street. I jumped in the passenger seat and faced Eric. His dark brown locks were hanging down over his eyes. "Thanks," I blinked.

"No problem, sis."

"Haven't you gotten any sleep?" I asked, noticing how tired he looked.

"Not really, sleep is for the weak," he said with a crooked smile.

I laughed. "But really," I peered at him.

"Was out till five AM."

"Partying?" I raised an eyebrow. "That's a little hardcore, don't you think?"

He chuckled. "Wasn't exactly partying but somethin' like that."

"As long as you're careful!" I said, sounding like mom.

"Yeah, yeah," he rolled his eyes.

I smiled.

In the car I combed my hair with my fingers, put on a new coat of mascara and sprayed on some perfume that I'd put in the car in case of emergencies. Never know when you gotta be somewhere. Not that I felt the need to look flawless all the time but like it's good to look presentable at least.

He dropped me off at the coffee house about ten minutes later, and as I walked in the small diner the familiar smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate hit me. I couldn't help but feel at home. I'd been coming here since I was a young child. I saw my childhood friend waving at me from a table in the corner of the diner. I smiled and walked over.

"Risa! Long time no see!" He stood up and gave me a hug.

"Yea, Jake. Like five years!" I nodded.

I sat down at the table across from him.

"You look really different," he said awkwardly. I chuckled.

"Well, J, three years is a long time. You don't really look exactly the same yourself."

He blushed lightly. We were best friends when we were kids, but then he moved to Vermont when we were twelve. Then we just stopped talking. He comes to visit his grandparents here in Pennsylvania every summer and this time we decided to meet up.

"So, how have things been?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Uhh, okay I guess." I bit my lip.

"Oh my!" A woman squealed. I looked up, Lena was walking towards our table.       

"Hi Lena," I smiled.

"Risa honey! You haven't been here for so long," her eyes wondered over to Jake.

"And who is this handsome young man?" She asked.

"Lena?!" He laughed. "I'm Jake!" 

"Jake!? Wow honey you look so different, older!"

He chuckled. "Well, five years is a long time, isn't it," he winked at me.

I smirked.

Lena nodded. "It is really, but you guys wanna order?"

We nodded.

"A hot chocolate with extra cream for Risa and a regular one for Jake?"

Me and Jake laughed. "I can't believe you remember!" Jake said. Whenever he and I came here I always got a hot chocolate with extra cream and he always got a regular one. It was our tradition kind of.

Lena smiled. "Of course I remember," she then rushed off to get someone else's order.

"How's things with your parents?" He asked carefully. When I was fourteen my parents decided to move to the Bahamas for a year, and well let's just say it's been more than a year and they're not home yet.

"They call sometimes." Jake smiled vaguely.

"That's good, right?"

"I guess so," I nodded. "But how's Vermont been?"

"Here are your drinks honeys!" Lena put the hot chocolate with extra cream in front of me and the regulars one in front of Jake.

"Thanks," I smiled at Lena.

"No problem, hon."
When she was gone he started answering my question.

"It's alright. The house is pretty big which is nice. School is... Well, school, and I mean it's pretty much like here."

I nodded. It kind of felt like old times, sitting in the coffee house with Jake, with our hands wrapped around our warm drinks.

Too bad it's not actually like old times.

Sooo this is the first chapter of my new story, what do you think?

It's not very long but the upcoming chapters are going to be a little longer.

I really hope you like it.

Like and comment :)

/ Maya