Competition of Sorts

~Zac~

“Welcome back master!”

As always after school I walk into my favorite maid cafe a few blocks from where I live. I always order my coffee with pancakes. This cafes pancakes are awesome because I can request a personal message drawn in syrup from the workers in maid outfits! Sadly to say I have a huge thing for people I'm attracted to to be in a maid's outfit, but no one here is attractive to me, it's all female workers!

I really only go to the maid cafe because I find one of the customers who come here daily to be really attractive. I paid the waitress to give me his name, it took her a few days to agree but I still got it. His name is Alfonse! He's a gorgeous blonde, defined muscles, toned skin, beautiful blue eyes, and the most luscious lips. He's who I imagine putting the message on my cakes.

He's always here eyeing up the waitresses so I knew I had no chance but I still loved watching him. I also found out that he goes to the same school I do. He is in the same grade I am, but in a different class. My close friend Bre has a brother that talks to him though, so hopefully I'll be able to become his friend at least. Bre had told me that she will talk to her brother about having a sleepover because she's interested in him, and at the same time I'll be there as well. Hopefully this plan will go well and I'll be able to talk to him and become friends.

As I was daydreaming about the conversations I'd have with Alfonse in Bre's house someone sat in front of me.

“Hey, how have you been? It's been quite some time since we last met. Anything new? Didn't know you'd ever come to places like this!” The figure had enthusiastically exclaimed

“Huh? What?” I mumbled, as I was startled out of my daydream.

“Don't you recognize me?” They asked

I focused in on the person

 “No, sorry.”

  “Are you James?”

  “No, I’m not, you must have the wrong person.”

  “Oh, sorry to bother you.”

The stranger apologized and left. I had no idea who they were but I had a brother who looked exactly like me when we were younger. He had passed away before graduating eighth grade.

I glanced over at where Alfonse was sitting to stare at him some more. Apparently he had left during the brief moment I was distracted. So I finished my food and went home.

 As I was in my room doing my homework my phone blared the ringtone I have set for Bre, I answered the phone and was surprised to hear that the sleepover was already set for Friday! That means I have two days to get all the conversations I can think of ready. I'm so excited to talk to him, I hope he won't think I'm creepy at all.

 The next morning I woke up and had everything set for school, and went down for breakfast. I explained to my mother that I'll be heading straight to a friend's house on Friday and that I won't be home until at least Saturday afternoon. She said it was fine and that she had a date on Friday anyway. All I could think about on the walk to school was about the possibilities of Friday would go