Wishful Thinking

I never expected to see him again. I thought I had lost him for good. I thought I was free.
But, I guess it was just wishful thinking.
-(*warning* ~ suggested rating: 15+ - for sexual scenes, drug use, violence, language)-


15. CH. 15

"Emma? Ha, long time no see, eh?" The person asked. My eyes widened, and I was not too pleased who had decided to show up.


If I keep finding people from my past in this diner, I'm quitting this job.

I decided to ignore the fact that he was one of the few people I hate, and take his order.

"What can I get for you to drink?" I asked him. "Um, I'll have a Dr. Pepper." HE said looking near the bottom of the menu. I walked over to the soda machine we had near the kitchen and filled it with the requested drink. I brought it back, shortly, and gave it to him. "Thank you, dearie." He said.

I rolled my eyes and took out my notepad. "What do you want to order?" I asked. "I'll have the grilled cheese." He folded the menu and handed it to me. I snatched the menu, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Grilled cheese for table 17." I said to our cook, Jim. "Alrighty." He went off to get what he needed and began to grill the soon-to-be grilled cheese.

Minutes passed and Jim finished. "Thanks, Jim." I said and picked up the plate. "Just doin' my job, Em'. Haha, literally." He laughed.

I smiled at his humor. I walked over to table 17, and my smile faded.

"Well, what took you so long?" He joked. "Shut up, Dylan." I mumbled.

He laughed, silently. I looked at his glass, as required and saw it was half empty. "Would you like more soda?" I asked.

"That'd be nice." He handed me the cup and before I could walk to the soda machine, he stopped me. "Wait, I gotta ask you something." - "Cant it wait?" I was annoyed with this guy. "Uh, no!" He said as if it were obvious. "What?" I sighed and took a seat on the other side of his booth. "Are you and Harry still, ya know?" He asked. "That's none of your concern." I said. "Yeah, but I want to know. Cause if you're not then maybe I'll have a shot."

My hands were resting on the table, which he took to advantage to grab them, softly. I jerked back and stood. "I have to go." I said and went to fill up his glass.

As I was filling the glass, the diner door opened, and Harry, appeared. I wanted to assist him, but nooooooooooooooooooooooo, I have to help Dylan.

"Harry?" I heard someone call. "Dylan?" Harry called back. I looked back and forth between the two. Then it clicked that they knew each other. I listened to them talking until I felt something cold and wet on my hand. I mumbled swear words as the glass over flowed. I dumped some of the soda out, and wiped off the outside of cup with the nearest paper towels.

I cleaned up my mess and brought the drink back.

I put it on the table, but either they were too caught up in their conversation to notice my presence, or they were ignoring me. "Ehem." I cleared my throat to get their attention. "Here's your drink." I said.

"Emma! Do you remember Dylan?" Harry asked.

"Unfortunately." I mumbled. "You have anywhere to stay, mate?" Harry asked Dylan. "Um, nah. I'm just goin' on a road trip kinda thing until I can find a place." Dylan replied.

"Well, you could stay with me in my apartment." Harry suggested. "Yeah, mate! That'd be great." Dylan agreed. Air hitched in my throat and I began couching in my elbow.

They two guys looked at me and my coughing began to settle down.

"Is there a problem?" Dylan asked, a faint smirk appearing along his lips.

"Yes, actually." I wanted to say 'there is no way I am living in the same building as you,' but instead "you're food is going to get cold," came out.

"Mhm." He mumbled, but I doubt Harry heard.

"Well, I'll just leave you two to catch up." I quickly said before running off to help whoevers next.

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