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"So what are you doing this year?" Bianca asks me as she throws herself down next to me on the couch.
"Well," I said closing my laptop "I'm planning on doing this thing called nothing" I made a hand gesture.
"You have to do something! It's your 21st birthday! It's a milestone. You'll remember forever that on your one and only twenty first birthday you did nothing! Is that what you want?" She said giving me a look.
"What do you have in mind?" I ask knowing she won't give this up. She probably formulated a plan in her head while she was talking.
She looked extremely excited that I asked "well, we could go to this great place called-"
"You realize this won't be the first time I've had a drink right?"
"I... I didn't" she says getting a perplexed look on her face.
"Did you actually wait till you were 21 to drink alcohol?" I ask.
"Well no. but I thought you would be better than me" she says looking extremely disappointed.
I sighed "Well you know us DiAngelos. We love our booze" I said in an attempt at morbid humor. Our parents died in a car accident because my father was driving drunk.
She glared at me. "Just be ready to go out by 4 pm tommorow mmkay?" She said.
"Fine" I gave in.
I walked to my room wanting to be alone before having to go to work. Bianca and I share an apartment. We could both afford apartments on our own, we just choose to live together.
I plug in my ear buds and blast my favorite song. In less than a hour I'll have to put on a smile and hand people their coffee and they won't remember me and I won't remember them.
I start to get ready, dressing in all black as usual. I check my hair. Looks decent. I recently cut it from its long punk style so when properly styled it looked very attractive.
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"Hello, welcome to Starbucks" I say without looking up from what I'm doing.
Frank takes over making the coffee and has me take the orders.
"What can I get for you today?" I ask, smiling at the handsome blonde stranger in front of me.
"A venti pumpkin spice latte please" the man says smiling "and your number" he mumbles. I smile hearing that.
If I had to describe him I would say he's the literal embodiment of the smiley face emoji.
"Sure thing" I say writing his order on the cup (and maybe I put my number don't judge me). "Name?" I ask
"Will Solace" he says with his thousand watt smile giving me a tan.
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"Will Solace!" I shout out as I look for the man who ordered my number along with everyones favorite seasonal coffee.
I see a hand raise in one of the armchairs angled towards the window.
I set down the coffee next to him. And walk away trying not to blush because now that I'm closer I can see how blue his eyes are and ohmygodhowdidinotseethatbefore.
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I wake up and realize I have a text. Why can't people just wait until decent hours to text? I don't text you at 5 am why do you text me at 5 am?
I check my phone. Maybe its a work emergency (as if bones can't wait). I'm studying under the head coroner for sunrise hospital.
/hi this is Will Solace :)/*1555..
/I didnt ever get your name/*1555..
I decided not to blow it by telling him to screw off and text back
/my names Nico DiAngelo :)/ *me
/oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't see how early it is/ *Will
/its alright. I would have had to get up eventually/*me
/sorry duty calls. I'll text you soon :)/*Will
I roll over and hold my phone to my chest. He found where I wrote my number. I smile so big that my face starts to hurt.
I get up and start getting ready. I'm supposed to assist on an autopsy. Luckily its a paid internship while I'm finishing school.
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I screwed up about 20 trillion times and all I want to do is sleep but I know I promised Bianca that I'd go out with her to celebrate my 21 birthday.
I look at my watch. Better start getting ready
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I get dressed--black skinny jeans and a black T-shirt with some sort of design like flowers or something. I spike my hair in all directions and make it look like it usually does. Time to go out.