A/N: Hello!:) Here is a new story that popped into my head last night while I was watching Quest for Camelot! I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, I still don't have Word on my computer yet and I am the worst speller in the world.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all.
As I strummed the last chord on my guitar, the audience gave a small applause and then went back to minding their own business. I smiled back in appreciation and then sat my guitar on it's stand before moving over to the counter, waiting for Camille to turn around from the cappuccino machine. Casually leaning over the counter, I looked over her shoulder and saw that instead of doing her job she was texting away on her phone. Clearing my throat loudly, she gasped, throwing her phone into her apron and turning around quickly. The look on her face after she realized it was just me was priceless.
"James! Don't do that!" I gave a loud laugh as she punched me in the shoulder.
"Well, if you would stay off your phone for five minutes, then maybe I wouldn't have to. Don't you remember what Gustavo said just three days ago?"
"Yes, 'If you don't get your head out of the clouds, I will have no choice but to fire you.'" She said in a deep voice, pushing her head towards her neck making her look like she had a double chin.
"Your impression is getting better, two more weeks and you will have it down pact! That is if you make it till then..."
"Shut up!" I earned another punch.
"Can I just get a cup of coffee?"
"Don't you get sick of coffee after being around it all of the time?"
"No, that is why I sing in a coffee shop; all of the free coffee I want!" Rolling her eyes, she went to go get my usual order as I sat down on one of the stools.
Honestly, it doesn't bother me to work at Kel's Coffee House eight hours a day, seven days a week. Singing here is the best job that I have ever had. I know I'm only twenty-four, and the only other place that I have worked at was Dave's Jiffy Mart, but this is the best job ever. I get to sing and be adored by everyone, and I get free coffee! Sure Gustavo isn't the happiest of bosses, but his wife Kelly keeps him under control and is the sweetest woman I know. I wouldn't want to be working anywhere else.
Peering around the room, I knew everyone's face. They were the usuals that came in every day at the same time, drinking the same coffee. My eyes then scanned over to the corner of the room, near the stage, and I found a guy that I have never seen step foot into this place. He sat at a table alone, sturring a spoon around in his mug, and it appeared that he was humming to himself as he did so. His blonde hair hung around his face, a few pieces hanging over his eyes, and he looked like he would be the most content just sitting there all day.
I didn't get a second thought as Camille slid a mug over to me and said that Kelly wanted me back on the stage. I quickly and carefully took a few sips of my coffee and then made my way back to my guitar. Sitting down on the little stool that was provided, I started playing the first chords of the song. My voice soon filled the room, and everyone's eyes were on me; or at least almost everyone's.
The blonde just sat there staring at his cup, absentmindedly sturring it, occationally taking a sip every now and then; but he never looked up at me. I was appauled. When I sing here everyone automatically stops what they are doing and listens to me, because I'm just that good. But now this newbie has come in and thinks he's too good? Hmm... We'll have to fix that with a little James Diamond charm.
The song came to a close, and the whole room clapped a couple of times, like before, and then went about there business. My eyes stayed locked on the blonde as I made my way over to his table and sat myself down in the chair across from him.
"Hello?" he asked, tilting his head to the side, with a confused look on his face.
His hair shifted away from his eyes, and I sucked in a gulp of air silently. The color of his eyes were unnatural. They were the color of the lightest jade that I could ever fathom. I stared into his eyes, and it felt like I got lost in their transparentness. How could someone's eyes possibly be that icy-green color?
"Ehm..."
"Oh, sorry...Umm, I don't think we have met. I am James Diamond; I'm the regular singer here."
"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Kendall, Kendall Knight." He extended his hand towards mine, and we shook hands.
"It is nice to meet you too. So what brings you here? I've never seen you around here before."
"My friend Logan told me about this place, and I had a day off from work, so I figured I would come try it out."
"Well, how do you like it so far?"
"It's good." He nodded his head and continued to stir the spoon around in his cup.
"You don't sound too enthused." He gave a light smirk and I found myself smiling at him.
"Eh, I'm just not big on the whole vibe thats in coffee houses... It's like they force it to be all cool, relaxed, and somewhat hippy-fied when everyone is really power suit wearing monkeys, running around like chickens with their heads cut off. It's just all too forced, no offence."
"Not taken."
"And plus," he leaned in closer to me like he was telling a secret, and I leaned in a little closer to him, "I hate coffee."
"What? Then what theh hell are you doing here?" I was utterly baffled by this guy.
"I had some free time on my hands and had nothing better to do."
"Oh... did you at least like the music?"
"Yeah, you sound amazing!"
"Really? It didn't seem like you liked it while I was on stage..." What is wrong with me? I am trying, no, practically begging for this guy to say that he loved my singing.
"Just because I don't drop everything I'm doing to focus all of my attention on you, doesn't mean that I didn't enjoy it."
"Well aren't you just the bluntest man on the planet."
"Someone has to do it." I gave a light laugh, and he gave a small one too.
"So, I'm guessing that after today I won't be seeing your face around here again since you hate coffee, and this is a coffee shop..."
"You never know, I might come and listen to you sing again and not order coffee." He smiled, showing off two rows of pearly-white teeth, being flirty; and being James Diamond, I flirted back.
"I hope you do."
A beeping noise filled the air before he could say anything else, and he punched a button on his phone before rising to his feet.
"I have to be somewhere, but maybe I'll see you here tomorrow, say around five?"
"Sounds good to me!" I smiled and he smiled back just as big.
He leaned over and picked up something off of the table. Watching him, he held the object in his hand, and it extended out into a white cane. I gasped and my eyes practically bugged out of my head as I looked at him from head to toe. The color of his eyes finally making sense, but he couldn't really be... could he? I mean, he didn't act like he was...
"What is it?"
"I-I didn't know you were..."
"Tall? Rugged? Handsome?"
"... blind."
"Oh, I always seem to forget that one." He laughed and turned to walk away, but then stopped and turned back around, "We still on for tomorrow?"
"Y-yeah." I halfway stuttered out.
"I look forward to seeing you." Lightly chuckling, he walked out of the coffee shop, leaving me completely dumbfounded.
Soooo... What do you think? This chapter was a little awkward, but the next one is ten times better!
Review please!:)
