Two decaf coffees and two extra-large chocolate doughnuts

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  • Published: 8 Aug 2012
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*Winner of the Beatgirl fan fiction competition!*
Everyone loves coffee and extra-large chocolate doughnuts and Amy is no exception to this. From money problems to bonding over decaf coffees, this is one unique story to show how determination and love can change everything. How will Amy cope with the pressure?


5. Ben and Jerry's Banana split ice-cream

 “What are you doing going out with him? I thought you hated his guts.” Heather asked her voice buzzing through the telephone receiver.

“I’m not dating him we’re just going out as friends. I just need some time away from my cramped flat and my hectic life.” I sighed curled up on the couch in my flat clutching the phone to my ear.

“…and you think you’ll get your inner peace by going out with him?” Heather practically yelled down the receiver, “He’s in a band, he’s the lead guitarist. He’s hardly going to be long term relationship material.”

“Like I just said, I’m not dating him. We’re friends, that’s all.”

“That’s what you say now, but before you know it you’ll be all alone again stuffing your face with Ben and Jerry’s ‘Banana split’ ice cream like you do every time you split up with a guy, instead of looking for a long term relationship."

“I don’t even like Ben and Jerry’s ‘Banana split’ ice cream.” I frowned sweeping some hair out of my eyes. “I’m not stupid enough to fall for him, don’t worry.”

“Good. You just remember that ok?”

“Besides, I don’t even like him that way.” I smiled secretly to myself. “I like someone else.”

In my mind’s eye I could practically see Heather’s eyebrows rise. “Anyone I know?”

I quickly changed the subject. “What I should wear? I don’t know where I’m even going with Leo. What would you do in my place?”

“Urmmm… what clothes would say ‘I’m totally hot but so not interested in dating you’?”

“I was thinking along the lines of my save the world green tee-shirt and my skinny blue jeans, then my outfit will be so simple and boring it will scream ‘I’m not interested.’”

“No way are you dressing like that! And I thought you were the fashion designer!”

“Yeah but…you said…”

“That doesn’t give you the right to dress like that. Nobody has the right to dress like that my friend.”

The edges of my mouth twitched and I had to swallow back a smile. Which was pointless, she couldn’t even see me anyway so how does it matter whether I’d smiled or not? “What would you suggest?”

“Your light blue one shouldered layered dress, the silver charm bracelet I got you for your last birthday and your blue heels…you know, the 5 inch ones.”

“Are you kidding me?” I stood up from my sitting down position and paced up and down the room. “You can hardly call that dress a dress, it’s so unbelievably short and as for those heels, you know I don’t possess the talent of walking in a straight line in them. My ability to balance has seriously been questioned over these past years. Or don't you remember all those times I’ve fallen over and the tallest heels I’ve ever worn have only been 3 inches tall!"

“Calm down Amy. Trust me on this.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Why had I even agreed to go out with him anyway? I must have been out of my mind. Guess I’d have to trust Heather on this; I’m useless when it comes to guys. “I must be mad, but I trust you. See you tomorrow Heather.” I hung up.

 Hours later I stood in front of the mirror glancing at my reflection. The dress made me look like I was just about to be swept away into a big shiny white limousine and taken to the prom. I tried smoothing down the ruffles, but it was no good. What if he took us to some kind of paintballing adventure date or to the local climbing wall centre? I grimaced. Trying to scale a 10ft wall in 5 inch heels didn’t sound like the best idea. Don’t you have to wear some kind of harness too? You can’t wear a harness with this dress or if fact with any kind of dress. What was I going to do? I’d have to quickly change. I glanced at my watch which read 7:28, just enough time to chuck something else on; guys were never on time to their dates anyway. Well none of the guys I’ve been out with anyway. I leant against the door frame as I balanced on one foot trying to pull off one of my heels. I then pulled off the other and chucked them safely onto my bed.

 The loud sound of my doorbell ringing stung my ears, and I practically ran to the door of my flat. I opened my door and peered around it so the person behind it could only see my face and not my interesting choice of an outfit. No I stand corrected, Heather’s interesting choice of an outfit. ‘Trust me’ was what she’d said.

“You’re early.” I frowned peering around the door at Leo.

“Hardly.” He raised his eyebrows at the fact I would only let him see part of my face.

“Its 7:30.” I mumbled through the door.

“I agreed to meet you at your flat at 7:30, which I believe,” He glanced at his watch, “is precisely the time.”

“Yeah but no guy actually gets to their date on time. Which makes you abnormal or something.”

 He sighed in reply shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans and leaning back against the striped wall of the corridor. “You gunna let me in or what?”

“No, like I said you’re too early.”

“I thought you chicks were really into guys being punctual.”

“So what, I’m one of many am I?”

“Nah, you’re unique.”

Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. “How so?”

“You’re the only girl I know that hasn’t swooned at the sight of me.” He grinned.

“Like I’ve said before you’re too full of yourself. Not every girl jumps up and down on the spot screaming, ‘I love you’ just because you’re in a band and your good looking…”

“Ha! You’ve just admitted it! You’re attracted to me and you think I’m good looking.” His grin widened so big it hurt to look at it.

“No I was just saying that you possess some physical qualities that some girls find well… attractive…”

“No seriously it’s true! I made an old lady swoon this afternoon when she was ordering her cappuccino.” 

“I bet she only swooned because you’d made the cappuccino too strong.”

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and stood up from his leaning position and took a step back towards me smiling slyly like a fox. “I’ll tell you what I really want to know…”

“What?” I whispered my heart suddenly racing in my ears as I looked directly at his face.

 I blinked, my eyes properly focusing on him for the first time. I guess he wasn’t half bad looking from this angle. His longish jet black hair was arranged messily around his face and his eyes a sudden fierce hazel colour. I squinted clutching at the edge of the door at his face and for the first time realised how handsome he actually looked. His jaw bone was slightly squared off unlike any person’s I’ve ever seen before, and his nose was a reasonable length and quite angular. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed this all before. Well I had noticed it, I just hadn't seen it.

 He stopped when he got to the door and our faces were only a few measly inches apart. Well they would have been if I was a good 4 inches taller. “What the real reason is for you not opening this door.” He suddenly grabbed for the edge of the door and tried to swing it open. I resisted, struggling to keep the door ajar and using all my strength to do so. It was no good though. I’m no superhero with super strength or even your average athlete and because of that fact I can’t brag about my invincible strength. Shame. It would be super cool to be able to beat people like Gerald Benderoth (America’s strongest man, 2008) at thumb wrestling. Leo on the other hand unlike me looked like he worked out for hours every day just like the rest of his band did. His arms thick with heavy looking muscles.

 Once he’d managed to swing the door open he just stood there looking me up and down. He suddenly frowned and shook his head like I was dressed in an embarrassing fairy costume or something.

“What?” I mumbled smoothing down the ruffles of my dress with my palms.

“Nothing. I just thought you might of worn you’re winnie the poo t-shirt that’s all.” He said the edge of his mouth suddenly curling upwards.

“I thought you hated that t-shirt.”

“Its growing on me.” He grinned.

 I bit my lip and hid behind the barricade of my hair that I let fall onto my face feeling suddenly very conscious of the way I looked . “Are we going or what?” I mumbled through my hair.

“If you’re ready.” He looked at his watch again.

I glanced behind me and reached for the nearest pair of shoes to go in. Red converses. I guess they wouldn’t really go with the rest of my outfit but nether mind. Heather would have had a fit at the fact I hadn’t worn the heels she’d picked out but she’ll never know so I guess I’m safe. I slipped them onto my feet not bothering to untie the laces and put them on properly.

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