I was always an unusual girl. I'm a trustworthy person, but always seem to lose the trust. Never on purpose, just the fakes in the world will come up with rumors, spread them, and the naive people I seem to fall for believe them. I've always heard that falling hurts, and I could have sworn I fell for Andy... But it didn't hurt. The love I felt for him got stronger and stronger and our trust became stronger and nothing bad ever seemed to happen, at least as long as it lasted. The other people i ever became friends with would fade away like the stars in the morning sky, and should have been bound to return and sometimes did. But other than the occasional conversation we never went farther and they left me alone and I did not wish to be with people that did not care as much for me as I did for them. The word has always been cold and foggy for me, but after I met Andy, I enjoyed the morning dew and cold sunshine more than ever. I didn't think I fell in love with him. I considered him my best friend but I loved him more than i ever would a boyfriend I had at the time considering he truly cared and never seemed to get sick of me.
I remember the first time I saw Andy. It was in a Starbucks, the one in Pike Place. It was a beautiful place, I loved to go there and write short stories about actresses and singers from the early 1900s that lived a life of beauty and prosperity in times of sadness. This particular day, a cold and heavily snowy day in December, the Starbucks was quite empty. I was sitting in a chair, with a grande Pumpkin spice Latte. an ultimate favorite for me, seeing how I love absolutely everything about fall and winter and the holidays and being warm and comfortable. I remember I was on my laptop, occasionally taking sips from my latte, and uploading my photography for the day on my Tumblr (Photography was something i did for fun, I was pretty good considering I hadn't studied it). I had my thick, dark brown hair in loose curls, parted to the side as usual. I wore dark washed jeans, black Toms, and white sweatshirt with the Budweiser logo on the front. I had just turned on Lana Del Rey on my Itunes when someone walked into the Starbucks.
A man. To anyone else he would have looked completely normal, but he made my eyes burn. It was like James Dean, for sure. He was tall, looked about 5 foot 8 or 9, and had dark drown hair. He had on blue jeans and a white shirt. It wasn't that I thought he looked really good that I wanted to know him or talk to him, but he gave off a vibe that he was different from the rest. His eyes were dark brown and he was tan, Italian tan and his hair was long, just a bit past his eyebrows and absolutely perfect.
'You always think they are different' I thought to myself.
I ignored my thoughts and went back to my blogging, scrolled, sipped, scrolled, etc. He ordered whatever he decided to order and had a friendly conversation with the barista, Jenny, and then they both started whispering. I didn't really care but i glanced and saw them glace and point and I kind of had this look on my face that just said 'What the hell' but i shook it off and continued my scrolling. I loved looking at Lana Del Rey edits made by fans, some of them were so beautiful and perfect... Kind of like my Pumpkin Spice Latte. That was empty. I got up and Jenny knew in an instant I needed another one, so she attended to my business as i threw the empty cup away and slid a five dollar bill onto the counter. The man look at me and smiled.
"Hello," He said kindly.
I replied "Hey" with an awkward look but managed to smile to ease the tension until Jenny handed me the Latte so I could escape back onto the internet and away from social reality. Jenny handed him his drink, (which was a Venti, that's why it took longer then my grande,) and we walked over to my table and sat in front of me. I looked up and he had a grin on his face.
"Jenny told me you were called Elizabeth." He said, still smiling.
"Yeah, at least that is what it says on my birth certificate.."
