Post by SomethingAboutTheStars on Dec 29, 2011 21:58:24 GMT -5
Okay, I'm back again. So, there were no comments on the prologue, which makes total sense, that was kind of pathetic. Anyways, you just need to gut yourself through this and then it gets more interesting. (: Please comment! It'd be appreciated. Also, this story starts with a prologue. IT can be found here:
thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=fiction&thread=789&page=1
And the other chapters...Chapter 1: You're already here!
Chapter 2: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.c....play&thread=796
Chapter 3: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.c....play&thread=798
Chapter 4: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.c....play&thread=807
Chapter 5: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=fiction&thread=809&page=1
Chapter 6: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=fiction&thread=811
The smell of coffee fills my nose and I try not to gag. One of my hands covers my nose, the other on the keys of my ancient laptop.
“Hi Laurence,” my friend, Stephen says. “Are you still working on that novel?”
I smile. “You know it.” I take my hand from my face so my words come across more clearly. I take a cautious breath and the scent coffee and muffins and sugar bombards my raw sense of smell. My nose wrinkles, and I can feel my face contorting.
Stephen laughs at me. Then he puts a mug on the counter and starts pouring a creamy, brown liquid into it. I know it’s not coffee—coffee’s much thinner and not as light brown.
“Oh, no thank you, I can’t pay for that,” I tell Stephen. His eyes sparkle.
“Who says it’s for you?” he teases.
“Well, who else would it be? I don’t think employees are allowed to consume the café’s products. They’re meant for customers.”
“Haha, well it’s on me. Enjoy.”
“Are you sure?” I take the mug, wrapping my fingers around it.
“Yeah. Enjoy it.” Stephen smiles.
I sip the hot frothy drink. It was tinged with mint. “Mm, hot minty chocolate. Thanks.”
Then I fish a few coins from my pocket that I had been saving for the venders. I place them on the counter.
“Thank you,” Stephen bows, scooping up the change into his hand. “Well, my shift is almost over, so do you need a ride?”
“I never said was leaving when you did,” I smile.
“Oh, but I know you will,” Stephen says. I can hear the grin in his words. He wipes his hands on a dirty towel. My eyes follow him while he hangs his green apron on a hook and comes out from behind the counter. He takes off his black hat and shakes out his hair.
“I can walk, thanks though,” I sip my hot chocolate. It’s still scalding.
Stephen reaches across as I lifted the cup to my mouth. When I start to set it down again, he snatches it away.
“Hey!” I protest.
Stephen laughs and tips the mug to his lips. I don’t want to make a move to grab it back and create a scene, so I watch in angry silence as he downs the rest of my steaming drink. “Well, I guess the saying is true. No gift comes out a price.”
Stephen nods. He swallows and shudders. Then, “HOT!!”
I laugh at him. “Karma! Eat that Stephen!”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, getting rid of the frothy chocolate ring left by the mug. “No gift comes without a price,” he repeats me. Then he grins. “Alright. So your price for the hot chocolate is letting me give you a ride home.”
“I told you, it’s not needed. Thank you though.”
“Laurie, it’s snowing. You’ll freeze out there.”
“I have a jacket.”
“That’s got fraying sleeves and holes in it,” Stephen argues, picking it off the stool.
I snatch it back. “It’s called style.”
“Uh huh. To people who live on the street.”
“Shut up, Stephen!” I snap at him. “Fine. It’s not style. It’s personalization.”
“Well, news flash, your ‘personalized’ jacket is not going to keep you warm. If you won’t let me give you a ride home, I’m buying you a jacket.”
“You are impossible,” I sigh. “Fine.”
“Great. I’ll go grab my keys.” Stephen gets up from his stool. “Oh, and you know where it goes, so please put that mug away.”
thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=fiction&thread=789&page=1
And the other chapters...Chapter 1: You're already here!
Chapter 2: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.c....play&thread=796
Chapter 3: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.c....play&thread=798
Chapter 4: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.c....play&thread=807
Chapter 5: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=fiction&thread=809&page=1
Chapter 6: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=fiction&thread=811
Chapter 1
Laurence
The smell of coffee fills my nose and I try not to gag. One of my hands covers my nose, the other on the keys of my ancient laptop.
“Hi Laurence,” my friend, Stephen says. “Are you still working on that novel?”
I smile. “You know it.” I take my hand from my face so my words come across more clearly. I take a cautious breath and the scent coffee and muffins and sugar bombards my raw sense of smell. My nose wrinkles, and I can feel my face contorting.
Stephen laughs at me. Then he puts a mug on the counter and starts pouring a creamy, brown liquid into it. I know it’s not coffee—coffee’s much thinner and not as light brown.
“Oh, no thank you, I can’t pay for that,” I tell Stephen. His eyes sparkle.
“Who says it’s for you?” he teases.
“Well, who else would it be? I don’t think employees are allowed to consume the café’s products. They’re meant for customers.”
“Haha, well it’s on me. Enjoy.”
“Are you sure?” I take the mug, wrapping my fingers around it.
“Yeah. Enjoy it.” Stephen smiles.
I sip the hot frothy drink. It was tinged with mint. “Mm, hot minty chocolate. Thanks.”
Then I fish a few coins from my pocket that I had been saving for the venders. I place them on the counter.
“Thank you,” Stephen bows, scooping up the change into his hand. “Well, my shift is almost over, so do you need a ride?”
“I never said was leaving when you did,” I smile.
“Oh, but I know you will,” Stephen says. I can hear the grin in his words. He wipes his hands on a dirty towel. My eyes follow him while he hangs his green apron on a hook and comes out from behind the counter. He takes off his black hat and shakes out his hair.
“I can walk, thanks though,” I sip my hot chocolate. It’s still scalding.
Stephen reaches across as I lifted the cup to my mouth. When I start to set it down again, he snatches it away.
“Hey!” I protest.
Stephen laughs and tips the mug to his lips. I don’t want to make a move to grab it back and create a scene, so I watch in angry silence as he downs the rest of my steaming drink. “Well, I guess the saying is true. No gift comes out a price.”
Stephen nods. He swallows and shudders. Then, “HOT!!”
I laugh at him. “Karma! Eat that Stephen!”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, getting rid of the frothy chocolate ring left by the mug. “No gift comes without a price,” he repeats me. Then he grins. “Alright. So your price for the hot chocolate is letting me give you a ride home.”
“I told you, it’s not needed. Thank you though.”
“Laurie, it’s snowing. You’ll freeze out there.”
“I have a jacket.”
“That’s got fraying sleeves and holes in it,” Stephen argues, picking it off the stool.
I snatch it back. “It’s called style.”
“Uh huh. To people who live on the street.”
“Shut up, Stephen!” I snap at him. “Fine. It’s not style. It’s personalization.”
“Well, news flash, your ‘personalized’ jacket is not going to keep you warm. If you won’t let me give you a ride home, I’m buying you a jacket.”
“You are impossible,” I sigh. “Fine.”
“Great. I’ll go grab my keys.” Stephen gets up from his stool. “Oh, and you know where it goes, so please put that mug away.”