Hope

Chapter 1

I've always done a good job at keeping myself sort of "invisible" around people. Trust me, it's not another cliché story where I victimize myself and some guy, also known as, Prince Charming, comes and swoops me off my feet so we'll live happily ever after! Nope, it's just me telling it straight. It's not because I'm not wanted around people or anything like that, I just choose to be this way. Sure, I have a few friends, I have a happy family. To be honest, I'm just a normal girl in a normal life, trying to get by life without too many problems. I just recently got into college, studying to be a Marine Biologist. I have shifts throughout the week at a lil' small cafe called The Joint. Don't even get me started on that name but hey, if you enjoy indie music and hipster looking customers, this is the place for you.

Oh, by the way, I'm Hope. I'm nineteen years old, I love turtles and I'm a dork. Pretty much sums it up for ya.

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Wednesday // 5:32 P.M

"Oh come on, Hope! This is the 5th frat party you've turned down this week!" Jessie, my best friend practically shouted in my ear.

Jessie has been my best friend since high school, and we've been inseparable ever since. I think every girl has that one girl best friend we can rely on and that she'll always be there for us and blablabla? That's my Jessie.

"Jess, please stop making such a fuss over this. You know I'm not into these things." I sighed counting the change we made so far today at the Cafe. Best part about working here is that I got Jessie a job here also, she also got accepted at the same college as me, so basically, we're always together and that makes me happy.

"So? H, lighten up, you just turned nineteen, is it really gonna kill you?"

"Yes." I said, looking at her blankly. I earned a loud scoff from her and a few mumbles.

"But H, there's going to be so many-"

"Jessie, no is no. Just stop talking about it! You're my best friend and you know that I don't like these type of things, so you should please respect that" I took a deep breath "I know, it's weird a girl my age doesn't like going to 'parties' and whatnot, but it's... me. I just don't want to."

I didn't want to make such a scene, but it's so annoying when people try to force you into doing something you don't feel comfortable doing. Just because everyone else is doing it, doesn't mean you should do it also. If you're doing it because you want to, that's cool. But if you're doing it cause' you don't wanna be different, you aren't being your true self. Do not feel ashamed of being different than everyone else.

"Okay, okay" Jessie held up her hands in defense. "I'll go with Alexis, no biggie."

The rest of the day went by slowly. Nothing really special happened. Typical customers in and out, new faces... No rude customers, but nice tips.

"Who's that?" Jessie snapped me from my thoughts.

"Huh? Where?" I asked her, rubbing my eyes. I had a bad habit of spacing out in between conversations, hopefully nobody takes it personally.

"Him... over there" she pointed to a really tall guy who had looked like he just walked out a salon with fresh dye on his head. I swear, I felt sort of jealous. He rocked his purple hair ten times better than my old boring natural hair. Maybe I'll ask him for some advice on hair...

"Well, what are you waiting for?!" I whispered to her. "Go talk to him!"

"Me?! But-"

"Or should I say, take his order, eh?" smirking, I watched as the purple haired dude was making his way over to the cashier. I feel like Jessie was about to have a mental break down every step he took as he got closer to us.

"Hi!" we said in unison, I wanted to kick her in the gut as I felt her pinching my arm behind the counter. I could mentally here her tell me this was her moment.  The purple haired dude seemed to have noticed our nervousness and chuckled lightly at us. "What would you like today?"  Jess asked as she bumped my hip to the side and took my place behind the cashier. I rolled my eyes at her.

I took a better look at this guy. He was white as hell, that's for sure, but not in a bad way. That just made his big green eyes stand out even more, his freshly dyed purple hair making him look bolder than the normal guys we see on the streets. His long legs were a bonus. If Jessie gets his number, I'll literally kiss her feet. Winner.

"Hi. I'll take a hot chocolate and slice of red velvet cake please, to go." he said with a thick Australian accent. Why the heck would he come live here instead of Australia? I mean, yeah, living in the U.S is great, but Australia just seems... So much more interesting. He suddenly looked over at me and I could see the corner of his lips wanting to turn into a small smile. I turned away quickly, I probably looked like a creeper staring at him, but who can blame me? It's not everyday you encounter a freakishly tall pale Australian guy with purple hair at your job.

A few minutes later, I saw Jessie giving him his order and before he left, he gave her a little wave thanking her.

"Jesus Christ, who was that?!" I said with my mouth wide open.

"I have no idea, but... He's so..."

"Unique?" I chuckled. "I swear, if he comes back, I'm so asking where he got his hair done. I feel humiliated." I said sighing cleaning the counter in front of me. "You better get his number Jess. It's not everyday an Australian guy comes here" I smirked.

"If he does come back, hopefully he'll come along with a friend." she giggled nudging me. I rolled my eyes throwing the towel I was using to clean the counter at her face.

"Yeah, hopefully..."

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I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF ANYONE WILL READ THIS BUT IT IS WORTH A TRY OKAY