...

I'm Jesse. I like playing music

[winonafaller-blog]

Coffee Shop || Open Para

[winonafaller-blog]

Winona giggled slightly at the boy, thinking to herself what the odds were he knew of this place too. Considering the shop was almost always empty when she was there, she figured no one from school would be familiar with it. She took another sip of her coffee and leaned back in her chair.

She ran her fingers through her hair, “You take AP English?” She nodded, clearly impressed. “I’ve never been one for school.” She giggled a bit, and looked down at her coffee cup.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Jesse shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, I take a lot of AP classes. My parents expect the best, plus if I want to do everything I like then I have to be and extremely good stude. That's at least what my mother tells me." His eyebrow shot up when she told him she wasn't too goood in school. "Really? I fully expected you to take AP English, since I assume you like to read." He smiled and looked back at the girl after taking another sip of coffee.

Before she could say anything, he looked once around the room and then opened his mouth to speak. "I didn't really expect to see anyone I knew here. It's kind of a hidden coffee shop, especially for someone so new to the city. How'd you find out about it?" He asked before leaning back again.

[winonafaller-blog]

Coffee Shop || Open Para

[j-carrabba-blog]

Jesse grabbed his laptop and Dr. Dre Beats before heading out of his Brookyln apartment. He was still starstruck that he had gotten such a great deal on the loft in Dumbo district. It was such a nice building with a park right outside. He couldn’t have asked for anymore. Despite having such a great apartment and place to hang out in, he still loved to get out into the city and go places everyday, especually when getting homework done. He had a major paper due at the end of the week and after all the stress he had lately, he hadn’t been able to work on it a bit.

Jesse decided on going to the coffee shop he always spent so much time in. They made great coffee and it was always fresh. That was his go to place when he wasn’t able to wake up in the mornings. It was a small cafe, and he wasn’t sure if a lot of people knew about it, but he did plan on keeping it his little secret for now. With his messenger bag slung over his shoulder and his beats wrapped around his neck, he exited the building and began walking away from the river and into the streets that housed the family made businesses.

He quickly reached the coffee house and entered, waltzing up the counter and pulling out his wallet before ordering a simple mocha cappuccino and paying with a charming smile to the young girl who worked the cash register. He turned around, one hand gripping his messenger bag strap, ready to pull it off and looked for an empty table. His eyes skitted over each table until he found a surprisingly familiar face. He made his way over the table and bent down to look at the girl, smiling. “Hey! Winona!”

[winonafaller-blog]

Winona looked up at the boy, and started smiling like an idiot at the boy. “Jesse, hey!” She moved her coffee closer to her, and offered him a seat. 

The coffee shop was a small one, the walls were brown and the floors were an off white speckled with black. The shop was very comfortable feeling, and since it was always so empty, it was a great place for getting work done.

Winona took a sip of her coffee, and bit her tongue, trying to make it not obvious that it was burnt. She noticed Jesse’s messenger bag, “You getting work done?”

[j-carrabba-blog]

Jesse took the movement of her coffee as a signal for him to sit down across from her, which he happily did. He ducked his head under the strap of his bag and set it beside him. He had come to get some homework done, but that could always wait. He'd much rather talk to Winona anyways. He plopped down in the seat and leaned back, taking a sip of the coffee and smiled at her.

He hadn't expected someone he knew to know about this shop, but he was actually rather happy to have run into Winona here. He had wanted to get to know the girl a little more after having a converstation and thought this as the perfect opportunity. He watched her in silence as her gaze wandered around the shop, not wanted to interrupt her thoughts.

He was looking down at his coffee and hands when she spoke. His head shot up and her words registered in her mind. "Oh! No...well yes, actually. I have a paper due for AP English at the end of the week, though I have some time so no worries." He gave her a lopsided smile and leaned forward a little.

[winonafaller-blog]

Coffee Shop || Open Para

Winona stuffed a few dollar bills in her pocket and walked out of the door. The night sky was lit up by the almost full moon and the stars. The breeze was a light one, but enough to provoke goosebumps on Winona’s arms. She made her way down the street to the small, not well known coffee shop she lives near. They made their coffee from scratch right in front of their customers, and it was always fresh. 

A few puddles were scattered around the street, where ever a dent was formed. Winona checked her phone to see if anyone tried contacting her, no one. She wasn’t really surprised. 

Finally, she reached the coffee shop and ordered her usual; pumpkin spice coffee, and sat down at a table near the window. She watched cars pass and people walking home from work. 

[j-carrabba-blog]

Jesse grabbed his laptop and Dr. Dre Beats before heading out of his Brookyln apartment. He was still starstruck that he had gotten such a great deal on the loft in Dumbo district. It was such a nice building with a park right outside. He couldn't have asked for anymore. Despite having such a great apartment and place to hang out in, he still loved to get out into the city and go places everyday, especually when getting homework done. He had a major paper due at the end of the week and after all the stress he had lately, he hadn't been able to work on it a bit.

Jesse decided on going to the coffee shop he always spent so much time in. They made great coffee and it was always fresh. That was his go to place when he wasn't able to wake up in the mornings. It was a small cafe, and he wasn't sure if a lot of people knew about it, but he did plan on keeping it his little secret for now. With his messenger bag slung over his shoulder and his beats wrapped around his neck, he exited the building and began walking away from the river and into the streets that housed the family made businesses.

He quickly reached the coffee house and entered, waltzing up the counter and pulling out his wallet before ordering a simple mocha cappuccino and paying with a charming smile to the young girl who worked the cash register. He turned around, one hand gripping his messenger bag strap, ready to pull it off and looked for an empty table. His eyes skitted over each table until he found a surprisingly familiar face. He made his way over the table and bent down to look at the girl, smiling. "Hey! Winona!"

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

I could seriously use a drink.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Sometimes I wish I could have just been a stupid kid, so that I could sit there and slack off while the teachers babied me.

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

That would be fucking beautiful, but ya know books and smarts, even if I act like an idiot most of the time. Acting like an idiot is just fun.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Acting like an idiot just kind of comes with being a teenager, though. So...unless you're some super honor roll AP student freak, I'd expect you to act like an idiot.

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

I could seriously use a drink.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I know the feeling. It comes everytime I step through the threshold into Calculus.

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

*laughs slightly* Well it is Calculus, and Calculus is hell. The pros and cons of being good at math. They’re mostly cons.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Sometimes I wish I could have just been a stupid kid, so that I could sit there and slack off while the teachers babied me.

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

I could seriously use a drink.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I’m hoping you choose the nap. What happened?

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

Naps are nice. Just tired and rather wishing the world would disappear for a while.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I know the feeling. It comes everytime I step through the threshold into Calculus.

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

I could seriously use a drink.

or just a nice long nap.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I'm hoping you choose the nap. What happened?

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

No no it’s not. We all think about our problems too.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I don't have problems.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[noitsmattieritter]

And you, despite knowing how to charm the hell out of a girl, hold far too high of an opinion of me. Even if it secretly makes me very happy. Also, you clearly haven’t met the right girls if you think they’re all little balls of wisdom. Especially stupid ones. We’re still just people. Although I could possibly be biased because I am a girl. Who knows?

[j-carrabba-blog]

Never! Everything I say about you is all true. I'm glad it makes you happy, though. I suppose you're right about the girls here. You do know the inner workings of girl world, unlike me.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Nah, you’re still a girl. Girls know things. I’ve come to realize that. I’ll allow you to be the knight, only if sometimes you’ll be the damsel in distress and let me be the hero.

[noitsmattieritter]

Nice to know I’m not viewed as a guy. Which I mean without sarcasm although that’s probably how it came out. We do know things. We think about stuff more. I dunno, I’m pretty bad at that whole damsel in distress thing.

[j-carrabba-blog]

And you're the prettiest, smartest, most thoughtful girl I know. Girls are pretty magical in my opinion. Not just 'cause they're girls...but they're all basically gandhi. Even the ones that pretend to be stupid.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

So? You’ve got your own problems too, Jes. You’re still a fantastic friend.

[j-carrabba-blog]

That's a sad excuse and you know it.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Considering you’re a girl, I would hope so. Thank god you’re around though, or I would surely would have been murdered by a mob of angry women.

[noitsmattieritter]

I don’t know, I could be terrible at telling you what to do with girls. All I do is hang around guys, at least I did before I came here. Hm, you’re probably right. How exciting, I get to be the knight in shining armor on occasion.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Nah, you're still a girl. Girls know things. I've come to realize that. I'll allow you to be the knight, only if sometimes you'll be the damsel in distress and let me be the hero.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Everything will be fixed. Maybe not now, but eventually. I’m sorry that I put you through all of this all the time. I’m not a very good friend.

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

*looks up and shakes her head* No. You’re a fantastic friend. Don’t lie, Jes. You’re the best, honestly.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I don't know about that. It seems I've been pretty bad lately. I haven't even asked you how you've been in the past week or so. 

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[j-carrabba-blog]

You’re right. You’re always right.

[noitsmattieritter]

I am not always right. I’m just much better dealing with girls than you are.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Considering you're a girl, I would hope so. Thank god you're around though, or I would surely would have been murdered by a mob of angry women.

[justaboutime4this]

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[noitsmattieritter]

I can’t answer that for you, obviously. Even if curiosity is driving you absolutely mad, I’d still wait a couple days before you interrogate her about it. Let her try to get over it, whatever it might happen to be.

[j-carrabba-blog]

You're right. You're always right.

[j-carrabba-blog]

I need coffee and bread pronto.

[callmerecklesscallmedani]

*sighs and clutches his shirt in her hands* Don’t be, Jes. Don’t be. You’re still you. You’re allowed to drink and shit. I’m not used to figuring things out without a glass of whiskey. I wish we could fix everything, that’s all I want. *sighs wrapping her arms around his waist* You better be fine, Jes. Goddamnit you better be fine.

[j-carrabba-blog]

Everything will be fixed. Maybe not now, but eventually. I'm sorry that I put you through all of this all the time. I'm not a very good friend.