Carmen always knew she was different. I mean come on. Having wings wasn't normal. As she grew up, she had one rule in mind at all times: her wings were to be hidden from everyone but her foster parents. But when she meets a kind and goofy YouTuber...
Vincent waves at me with a big goofy grin on his face. I smile back and walk over to the table.
"So how are you doing?" I say, pushing back the chair beside him.
"Meh. Zak's still ignoring me..."
"Wow." I mumble, plopping down in the chair. "You must have done something bad..."
"Yeah... I don't want to talk about it." Vincent mumbles, fidgeting in his seat.
"I didn't mean to say that- I- I wasn't thinking." I stutter as I set down my purse on the table. Vincent stays quiet.
"Hey," I place my hand over his. "I'm sorry." Vincent looks surprised.
"Oh. Sorry, again." I mutter, pulling my hand away. I should've known that he wouldn't like me physical contact.
"N- no. No, it's ok." He grins crookedly at me and I smile back.
"For a minute I thought it was going to get really awkward!" I chuckle. He laughs with me. A waitress comes over looking at us weirdly.
"Qu'est-ce-que vous voulez?( What would you like?)" She asks us.
"Est -ce -que je peux avoir un cappuccino s'il vous plait? ( Could I have a cappuccino please.) " I ask. She starts to take notes on her notepad.
" Oui.Et vous? ( Yes. And you?)" She asks, pointing at Vincent.
"Je veux un latte s'il vous plait. (I would like a latte please.)" Vincent replies. The waitress nods and walks off. There was a comfortable moment of silence.
"So hows it going with you and the rest of the SMP? Are you still friends with Ba- I mean Darryl?" I ask him. It was hard not to call the streamers by their streaming names.
"Yeah.... Anyways, moving on. What did you do last night?" Vincent asks. I blush. This would be a very short story since most of the time I was thinking of him and did I wan't to sound desperate? No.
"Well my mom and dad came over. We were talking mostly about taxes and stuff." Ok. That's officially the worst lie that has ever came from my mouth.
"That seems boring."
"Ya think!" I chuckle. "Taxes suck!" Well I guess Vincent still bought it. I almost was about to say something stupid when the waitress came back with drinks in hand. Whew!
"Le cappuccino et le latte. (The cappuccino and the latte.)" The waitress says. I quickly glance at her name tag on the front of her shirt.
"Merci Kelly!(Thank you Kelly!)" I respond enthusiastically. She seems surprised that I actually said thank you. People did not treat waitresses well enough these days! She scuttles away, with a smile on her face. I look back and see Vincent staring at me.
"What?" I ask
"Oh.. Nothing. It's just that I don't think I've met anyone as caring as you." He puts his chin on his hand. I blush.
"Well I think a lot of people deserve better."
Time Skip:
We talked for a few hours.
"Well I gotta go." Vincent checks his watch. He got up and grabs his bag.
"Kay bye!" I wave as he leaves. The door hinges of the shop screech as he exits the building. I sigh, pick up my purse and check my phone. It was dad.
WHERE ARE YOU! We're at the bakery and you were not there
I'm with Vincent
YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD US! Your mother is FREAKING out!
I left a note
NO YOU DIDN'T
Oh gosh! SHI-Crap! I got up so fast that my chair fell down. All the people in the shop stare at me. I bolt out of there.
"Taxi! Taxi!" I call, waving my hand. A taxi comes zooming up and I hopped in. I gave the taxi driver my address and we zip away.
Time Skip:
I give the taxi driver a wad of cash.
"Keep the change." I say in english. The taxi driver looks at me dumbfounded. I shake my head and exit the vehicle. I walk over through the bakery doors and I see the most upset parents that I had ever seen in my life.
"Where were you!" They shout in unison, using english (because you can sound more upset in it).
"Getting coffee with Vincent!" I retort. "I even left a note!"
"No you didn't." My moms says. "Look around, do you see it?" I walk to the desk that I put it. It wasn't actually there. My mom looks at me with a triumphant look in her eyes. I look around and see the window open. Oh god. It must have blow away.
"Sorry guys. It blew away. I'm sorry..."
My parents look at me.
"It's okay. Anyways. The reason we came here was to tell you that we found a fashion designer job in New York!" My dad hugs me.
"OMIGODOMIGOD!" I shout. My dream job was to be a fashion designer. I always had a good taste and I absolutely looooooveee fashion. I couldn't wait.
"We've got your tickets!" My mom smiles at me, handing me a plane ticket. "Go get ready!" I look at the tickets then them, dumbfounded.
"THE TICKETS SAY I HAVE TO GO TOMORROW!" I shout. I quickly bound right up the stairs to my apartment. I could almost feel the smiles of my parents behind my back.
Time Skip:
I got ready and change into
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then I tie my hair up into a bun and got ready to pack. I grab my toiletries and my clothes. a few minutes later, I had all my stuff packed. Well there was no reason to worry then. Wait. Vincent. I had to tell him. I pick up my phone and dial his number. First ring, Second ring, Third ring... He didn't respond. I guess I'll leave a message.
"Hey, um..." What was I going to say. Well I've decided to abandon you because I rather a job than friendship. "Um.. Well there is a job interview thingie that I want to try out.. But it's in New York. I have to go tomorrow.. Um well. I really appreciated your friendship and if the job doesn't work out I'll come back and well... That's it. If you hear this message call me back... Bye.." I end the message and fell down on my bed. I slap my head.
"Well WHAT WAS THAT!" I'm so dumb. I mean literally. I'm hopeless. I sigh and grab my bags. New York. I'm coming.
