Will You Hear My Heart?

Like music, I can sad and beautiful. Like rain, my love comes slowly, then all at once. But if my heart beats loudly and you don't hear it, then does it exist? coypright (C)


9. Dazed

Dawn wasn't surprised when she got the text message with L.Joe's address on it. It was him who was nervous for her arrival. Standing infront of the mirror near the door, he played with his hair, wondering if he should leave it down or have it up. At the sound of the doorbell, he grabbed the nearest hat. After smelling his breath for the hundredth time, he finally opened the door.

"Wellcome to my humble abode," he said with a smile raising his left arm showing her the appartment. He could smell the snow from her.

"It's a really nice place. After being here for the thousandth time, it looks even better than before!" Dawn said with a fake excitement. Seeing his confused face, she laughed. "You seem to be forgetting that my mom's dating your uncle. I've been her for dinner several times already." She took off her shoes, hung her jacket and, holding a bag, made her way inside.

"Thanks for making me look stupid," L.Joe replied before closing the door. He turned around to see her sitting on the sofa.

"Says the one wearing a hat with DOPESHIT written on the front," she laughed as she placed the bag on the coffee table infront of her. He took the seat across from her.

"Damn it, This is Ricky's." He took of the hat and threw it back near the door. Finally noticing the bag, Dawn pushed it closer to him. Opening the bag, it revealed the umbrella.

"Thanks for sharing it with me. I hate the rain. It should have been snowing that day." L.Joe smiled. A shy smile also came over her, only to make her feel a little more embarassed about nothing. She averted her eyes and looked around the room to see the huge windows to her right exposing the view of downtown Toronto traffic during Saturday lunch time. Soundproof walls kept her from hearing the traffic. She turned to her left and saw her reflection in the stainless steel kitchen appliances. This was not an appartment. She always was amazed walking into this penthouse she knew her mother could never afford.

"So," said Dawn clearing her throat, "where's Ricky and Dawn?"

"Oh, they went out to get their clothes for the wedding today. Only two weeks left till the big day," replied L.Joe nodding his head awkwardly. He looked at his watch. "Would you like to get a drink with me or something?"

"Sure. Do you want to go check out that new coffee shop across the street? I could really go for something hot right now," she replied.

"Aren't you already looking at one right now?" L.Joe smirked.

"Bullshit," Dawn said throwing a pillow at him. Laughing, they got up and headed downstairs.


It took seven minutes for L.Joe and Dawn reach the coffee shop, two minutes to wait for their caffè americano and flat white, and another minute to find seats in the busy Kalvin Kier Coffee House. Once they sat down, L.Joe stared at Dawn, his face serious. 

"I know something you don't know," he said. She laughed. 

"Yeah, I bet you do," she said smiling. "And what is it that I don't know?"

"That you like Mason," L.Joe replied. Dawn scoffed. "Don't dismiss this idea. The other night when we were practicing, you were kind of nervous around him." 

"Well, he is one of, if not the most popular guy at school so shoot me if I'm cautious around him," she shot back. She turned a shade of pink. She wasn't really sure why, but her pulse was running a little bit faster. 

"If you do, I could help you, you know," L.Joe said as he sipped his flat white, leaving behind a trace of microfoam over his lips as he licked it away with his tongue. 



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