Author's Note: Multi-chapter romance. I've been inspired by Nicholas Sparks and his beautiful writing. Oh, and this is dedicated to a lot of authors, so virtual cupcakes for everyone and their writing. (: Oh, and be nice, this is a first for me, but don't go easy on me. I like truthful reviews. BTW; This is Mosh-esque/Massington. ;) Just wait and see.
[ - let's start some d e s t r u c t i o n tonight - ]
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The Hotz Café surpassed the quiet corner of the Great Memorial Library or her Saturday nights re-reading Jane Austen novels quietly to herself. The Hotz Café was her new home. It was an asylum from the troubles she endured. It was a cozy but rustic thing at the corner of Birch and Washington. The soft jazz tunes would soothe her and sometimes she'd dare snap along with the mellow poetry that would float about.
One quiet evening she had spent at the Hotz Café, she had told her Mother she was at a therapy session despite the fact she'd canceled those a long time ago. Three years ago to be accurate. It wasn't as if she needed them. So there she sat in her favorite booth, the one hidden in the corner, sipping on her tea and reading a classic romance novel, Pride and Prejudice.
"Excuse me?"
She looked up from her book to see a dazzling young fellow whom she decided was a shoe-in for the role of Mr. Darcy. His dark, wispy hair echoed that of the fictional character and his eyes seemed to hold the prideful stare of Darcy himself. "Yes," She said in her monotone voice, blankly blinking at him.
"Pride and Prejudice, huh? I'm guessing you're the quiet and romantic type." The sides of his lips curving into a devious smile as she adjusted her Lens Crafters, her blank stare melting into an equally childish grin.
"And I'm guessing you're the boastful type." She said plainly and looked back down to her book.
He seemed taken back and blinked for a few moments. "Um, well this is usually my booth. So I was wondering if I could scoot in." He paused. "It's meant for four and you're only one."
"Perhaps," She muttered. "Well, at least it'll confirm my alibi on you."
He raised an eyebrow as he slid across from her comfortably tucked away from the buzz of the Hotz Café. "You're alibi on me? Now, what is that?"
"You're the charming type," She explained. "Charming yet very persistent." With that, she ducked her head under her world of words that no one but her could ever understand the way she did.
It's been twelve months since the two first met at the Hotz Café. Josh Hotz had introduced himself as the heir to the throne of the café and she had simply introduced herself as Massie Block. The quiet one indeed. She had nothing to her name but the fact her father William Block was the richest man in America. Though he knew nothing about her. She was a fatherless child. That was all she had to her meaningless name.
That is until Josh came into her life. He was Mr. Uptown. He was the Chuck Bass himself. The two went to separate schools but shared a secret relationship. Nights at the café and even adventurous rendezvous to late night clubs that made Massie soon realize she was a striving adrenaline junkie.
It was the sticky summery night that Massie chose out of all those romantic evenings. She used tonight to break the news as they sat on his front porch licking cherry red Popsicle. "Josh. I'm moving."
It was as simple and as broken as that. He looked down at her with pleading orbs of cocoa brown that looked hurt and the same time full of rage. "What?" He spat.
She nodded her head and looked down at a march of ants crossing their path. "Yes. To Westchester, New York." Her amber eyes stung with tears. "I'm leaving New Jersey forever, Josh."
"No, no. You can't just freaking leave, Massie." He screamed into the wind and his Popsicle slammed onto the wooden floor. "That's not fair. To me. You. To us."
She looked out into the cold distance and it seemed like the summer had dissolved and all chances of happiness broken. "You don't understand. I have to leave for a reason." She whispered.
"What reason could be so important that it could break us apart, Mass?" He matched her tone level and melted his scowl into a pout. "Tell me."
She smiled weakly and shook her head. "I'm sick, Josh."
"Sick?"
"Yeah," Her monotone dripped with anger. "Sick."
"How sick?"
"First stage leukemia." She replied. "I've been sick for a while, Josh. And now I need to sort some things out."
"No."
She stuttered. "There's a school for people like me. I get to meet my dad and..."
"What do you mean 'people like you' huh?"
"No, it doesn't matter now. I just wanted to say goodbye."
There was another moment of silence before he spoke.
"So this is goodbye?"
She looked at him and for the first time since she brought up the subject, a crimson smile due to the wetness of the Popsicle danced across her face. "Josh, you're amazing. You're a true Prince Charming."
"So, this isn't goodbye?" He smiled back.
"No. It's just a road bump in our fairytale." She smirked.
"And, when will we finally have this so-called fairytale?"
"Not yet, Josh." She fell into his warm, broad arms, knowing that the only possibly way that they could have their fairytale was a scary thought. It was a nightmare that would reoccur until it finally concluded into one meaning: The only chance Josh Hotz and Massie Block had at love, was death into heaven.
Massie Block believes in the legend afterlife. So when Josh Hotz was pronounced dead, she didn't shed a tear or even throw a fit. She just sat there, her hair was dripping out and when Mrs. Hotz saw the girl who son was mutually in love with, she barely hid her shock.
"Josh didn't tell you about my condition." She commented.
Mrs. Hotz looked down to her Mary Janes and sighed. "He rarely told me anything."
"Except that he was in love with me." Massie sighed dreamily.
"Except that," Jane Hotz winced a bit. "He wouldn't hesitate to tell me one day he would sweep you from your feet and the two of you would run away."
"Yes, he was a dreamer." Massie smiled faintly.
"So he was," Jane confirmed and for a while the two just sat there in Massie's hospital room, smiling at each other. It was a peaceful silence between them and the thought occurred to Massie that Josh truly loved her. A mother wouldn't travel miles and miles to Westchester, New York to pronounce her son dead to a girl unless her son truly loved her.
"It'll be hard for me to move on." Massie said as Mrs. Hotz collected herself prepared to depart.
Mrs. Hotz looked deep into Massie's eyes and the words seemed to spill out before the two of them could ponder the wise aura of them. "Darling, life isn't about moving on." She said sternly. "It's about growing up and forgetting our mistakes."
review, and be nice(:
oh, and i have this fetish with cozy little cafes,
which explains 'zee hotz cafe'
haha, okay. i'll stop.
