Ohhay. So I have no life, so this kind of came to me one day. Not to mention, I was kind of tired of reading the some stuff over and over again...so, enjoy (or at least try to.) This is a short one, but they get longer as I go on. Promise. :)
-Veg :)
PS, it all starts in Logan's POV.
It was getting to that point again where the guys and I were spending way too much time together.
And I mean WAY too much time together.
I mean, I guess it's kind of obvious, considering we're always recording, and we live together. It only makes sense for us to finish each other's thoughts at this point which is why we decided today, our day off, would be a good idea to spend some time alone. Kendall took Jo out, Carlos claimed the pool before anyone else could, and James...well, he just went to be himself (whatever that consisted of.)
I really wasn't sure what to do, so I spent most this morning bumming around in our room. It was when I knew I had to get out for a little bit I decided to go for a walk. It wasn't long before I found a place where I could hang out for awhile- a local coffee shop that I've passed a million times before but never went in. Inside was dimly lit and gave off the scent of coffee beans. There were plenty of tables, a few armchairs and a couch in the back corner. Most of the seats were filled with customers, chatting quietly, sipping their drinks and listening to Michael Bublé's "Song For You" softly playing in the background. I order myself a drink, then attempt to find myself a seat. I immediately focus on the empty armchair in the back and go to claim it. My coffee was good, the chair was comfortable and the overall atmosphere was relaxing. I tried to picture what the guys were up to right now- Kendall was probably arguing with Jo over something completely meaningless that they'll get over in the next five minutes, poor Carlos was probably being rejected by one of the snobby Palm Woods girls, and wherever James was, he was probably subconsciously pulling out his lucky comb and fixing his hair that there wasn't anything wrong with to begin with. I quietly chuckle to myself as I imagined their situations, until someone loudly talking next to me cut off my thoughts.
"Ugh, Patrick! Really?" I glance over my shoulder at the girl next to me, sitting on the black leather couch. She was on the phone while staring down at the textbook on coffee table in front of her. I turn back around before she notices me. "Can you answer your fucking phone for once? I'm practically dying over here...and we have important things to discuss. I really need help with this trig shit, and I'm pretty sure you're the only person who can help me. So...call me back, you douche bag- before I fail our next exam. Kaythanksbye."
Did she really just say she needed help with math? I glance back over at her again- she was actually really pretty. She was tan with big, brown eyes and wavy brown hair that fell just at her elbows and had a pair of aviators on top, keeping it out of her face. She kind of struck me as a bohemian/hipster type, dressed in a navy sundress and brown cowboy boots. "The sine of an obtuse angle is equal to the..." Her words fade off and she lets out a frustrated sigh. "Fuck." Feeling unusually brave, I got up from my seat and stood myself in front of her.
"Uh, hey," I say, not as confident as I wanted to.
"I'm not in the mood for a cheesy pickup line, so I'm gonna ask you nicely to fuck off." She bluntly states without even glancing at me. Okay, maybe this wasn't a good idea.