Imagine Me and You

The coffeeshop around her was flurrying with activity but all Molly could focus on was the laptop sitting on the table in front of her. She had her half empty iced coffee on her left and her iPhone on her right, but again nothing was shaking her from her concentration. She had to get this chapter done before heading off to practice with the band and using the local Starbucks for free wifi was better than trying to mooch it off of her neighbors.

Her messy blonde hair was being kept in place by her favorite red beanie and her blue and green flannel was keeping her warm underneath all of the heavy air conditioning. Usually she sat outside, but for some reason Molly had chosen to sit inside the café today.

Her fingers slid across the keys rapidly, her mind a blur as she typed and bit down on her lower lip. Her blue eyes were starting to unfocus and she knew she probably should take a break but Molly was almost finished and she knew that it was now or never. She liked writing-it kept her calm and gave her a sense of peace that nothing else seemed to be capable of…except music. Usually the music accompanied the writing, but not today-no, she needed total focus. Finally she took her eyes away from the screen for a nano second and smirked as she sucked down the last of her drink. Ah caffeine-was there anything better in this world?

People were moving around her and while usually Molly liked to stop and observe them-today was not the day. Suddenly someone had sat down in front of her and as she raised her light blue eyes up, Molly’s voice caught in her throat. The guy sitting across from her was familiar-very familiar-but usually he was only seen from behind a huge drum kit.

His black hair was swept up underneath a black cap, his brown eyes were still slightly lined-probably from the day before-and he was smirking at her in the most adorable way. Molly looked him over and then raised an eyebrow-he was cute, but not cute enough to keep her from her work. Slowly she closed the top to her laptop and cocked an eyebrow before speaking.

“This is a no parking zone.” She said, a slight bit of laughter behind her words. The guy sitting across from her only laughed and moved something from his lap. A Venti Chai Latte-her favorite. He set it on the table with a smile and then placed his hands behind his head before leaning back in his chair.

“I noticed you were running low on yours and thought I would buy you another one. I’m CC…” He had one of his hands held out in front of him and Molly was slightly wary. She knew him-she liked his music-but she still wasn’t too sure about what was going on.

“I-uh…hi. I’m Molly…thanks for the drink.” She smiled at him, keeping her feelings guarded and CC only smirked and motioned for her drink up. She was hesitant at first, but as soon as that sweet liquid met her lips she couldn’t help but suck some of it down quickly.

“No problem. Just think of it as a gift from one great musician to another…” He smiled at her and Molly almost spit out the drink she had been trying to swallow. How did he know she was a musician?

“Don’t worry…not stalking you. I just happened to be at the Whiskey the other night and saw you playing with your band. You guys are really good…” He was smiling at her again and it was a good thing she was already sitting because Molly could feel her knees growing weak. Stop being such a flirt!

“Oh-thanks. You’re okay yourself…” She was smirking at him with her straw between her teeth and they both knew what was happening. There was no denying that there was an attraction there-any girl would have to be deaf, blind and stupid not be attracted to CC.

“So what are you writing?” He asked and Molly only blushed as she looked at the closed screen of her laptop-if he only knew.

“Oh, nothing much…just some scribbles for an idea I have going on.” Actually it was a fifty chapter fanfiction about a certain band, but thankfully Molly had a really great poker face.

The two of them laughed and flirted for what seemed like hours-CC had even gotten her a blueberry muffin for them to share. Mostly Molly just kept picking the blueberries off and tossing them at him and CC would flail around, trying desperately to catch them in his mouth. He made her laugh, which was really rare because Molly wasn’t in to guys as much as she used to be. Too many bad dates with even worse guys had made her all but give up, but there was just something about CC.

Finally the coffee shop began to thin out and the two of them moved off to a quiet corner with a plush purple and black couch. Molly had her legs tucked underneath her, but CC had one hand on her knee and the other was resting on her shoulder gently.

“So I was thinking…” He smirked at her and Molly only rolled her eyes and placed a hand against his cheek. She ran her finger over his bottom lip slowly, locking eyes with him before smirking.

“That’s never a good sign…” She said and then laughed loudly as he reached out and grabbed her around her waist. Usually she never let guys touch her like this, but again there was just something about him…it seemed as if they had known one another for a long time and she just felt comfortable around CC.

“Be nice or else…” He whispered in her ear and Molly felt a chill run across her arms. She was almost on his lap-he had moved her there in his ticklish assault and Molly now wondered if he was going to try and kiss her. He was looking at her like he wanted to and deep down…Molly wanted him to.

“Or else what?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow at him and he only smiled and ran a finger across her cheek. She looked so beautiful sitting under the lights, her blonde hair flowing across the top of her flannel shirt. He had liked the way she looked up on stage the other night and when CC had seen her through the window of the coffee shop-he knew he had to come in and make his move.

“Or else I won’t take you down the street to Pop’s Diner and buy you those French fries you said you wanted…” She blushed at this-had he been listening to her that closely? Molly only smiled and then did something she never thought she would ever do to a near stranger.

She placed her hands on either side of his face and pressed her lips against his. CC wove his fingers through her soft blonde hair, but then groaned as she pulled away and smiled at him.

“Come on…you owe me some French fries Coma…” They both laughed at this as they got up and CC grabbed for her things.

They walked hand in hand down the street and as Molly looked around and noticed that the sun was setting she knew…sitting inside had been the right choice that day.

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