"Venti Passion Fruit Ice Tea Lemonade!!" yelled the Starbucks person.
I barely heard his voice through the loud music playing from my iPod, and devoured in a book. Thank god I heard it, I walked up slowly to the counter, and started to grab the drink and I saw another hand on it, very well taken care off, mine were cracked with the pink nail polish chipping slowly on each nail, I looked up to see a gorgeous guy staring at me and quickly said
"You get it, I'll get the next one."
I muttered a thanks and turned to the Starbucks salesperson and he said
"That will be $3.50" I reached in my pocket and saw there was nothing there.
"Damn it!" I yelled.
The kind stranger, reached out "I'll take care of it",I was in shock "Th.. thanks".
He grinned at me "No problem" I looked at him for a long time while he payed the Starbucks man and got his drink as well, he couldn't have been more then 17... I think.
I started to head for the door and then felt someone hold me back "You aren't leaving without me having your number" I looked back at him then I looked at his other hand, an iPhone and the drink were in his firm grasp "Do you have a paper and pen?" I asked as I went back to his chiseled features again.
"You promise to not leave when I reach in my back pocket?" I felt myself smiling "Promise."
The stranger pulled out a pen from his back pocket and got a napkin from his other hand and handed it to me. I scribbled the pen until it worked and wrote my name, number, and a small cartoon on the napkin and handed it back to the man.
"Sophie? That's your name?" he said inquisitively, I nodded and he put my phone number into his iPhone "Smile."
I looked at him like are-you-serious?, and smiled. I heard the click indicating a picture had been taken.
"Perfect," he breathed. I stared at him looking at his iPhone "I guess you want my number too" he stated when he looked up from the screen
"And your name, Mr. Stranger"
He started to laugh "Seems fair" and texted my phone.
I felt it buzz in my pocket and I grabbed my phone and look at it '555-873-3276: My name is Joe Jonas' I looked at him, the text, him again, and the text again
"Really?"
Joe nodded, come to think of it, I have seen his face before and he looked at me
"You can't tell anyone, k? Anyone."
I nodded at his verbal confidentiality agreement.
I looked at the windows of Starbucks, "Joe, people are on to you..."
Joe looked like the blood drained completely from his face "Shit" he remarked.
"Don't worry, I know a way out."
Joe looked at me as I saw a little flicker of hope in his eyes "You do?"
"Yeah, I had to hide from these people one time, and I found away out..."
"What people?", he asked with interest.
"Never mind that just trust me" I replied without a blink.
Joe smiled again "I do"
I couldn't help but smile widely, WIN, I thought. I lead Joe to a closet passing Jan, a friend that worked there that smiled at me and waved me in.
"This is a closet" Joe whined.
"Joe there are things called secret doors. This closet has one."
I pushed on the back wall and the wall pushed down and I helped Joe through, which in turn, Joe helped me put the wall back up. Joe looked at the garden which we were currently in,
"This place is beautiful"
Joe gazed at the grass and the flowers, and the stone benches.
"Yeah, the manager always wanted to have a garden, but couldn't so made this place her garden"
I stared at Joe and started to laugh, he look like an anime character getting what they wanted.
"What is it?" asked Joe with a slight smile on his face.
"Oh nothing, just you look like an anime character from a book I read" I started chuckling again before going into a full on laugh, I suddenly stopped "You know, we should go before the paparrazzos find you"
Joe looked at me and his smile turned to a blank face before saying "Oh.. right... them...."
I looked at him "Bye, I guess, and thanks for the Tea"
He smiled back at me and replied a simple "No problem" before running to me while asking "What's your ride?"
I looked at him carefully "A bike"
Joe looked at me "Why don't I drive you home?"
I blinked a couple of times before replying "Isn't that just the teeniest bit forward Joe?"
Joe made a noise of brushing off something, "You trust me don't you?"
I smiled "Yes"
Joe smiled showing his pearly white teeth and laughing a chuckle "Then what's the problem?"
I looked at him "Nothing I guess"
Joe stared at my eyes "You have beautiful eyes by the way"
I blushed unconsciously "Maybe we should go now"
Joe looked at the grass "I guess you are right, let me lead the way"
I realized the bike "What about my bike?"
Joe stood still for once second, "Well, I do have enough space for it, where is it?"
I pointed to the bike holder outside, and Joe grabbed it and put in the back of his car, then went to open the passenger's door for me
"Thanks Joe"
Joe smiled "No problem"
Joe went to the other side and we both buckled up and I led Joe to my house, turn by turn as "Free Fallin'" was playing on the radio in the background, then I saw glimpses of lights,Joe looked at me
"Don't mind them, they are just annoying"
I nodded at Joe, who opened my door again, and help me take my bike up a flight of stairs.
Joe, being the guy he was, started asking me questions "Before you go, uhm, this is awkward but, what is your age?"
Oh, that's right, he doesn't know... "I'm 16."
Joe looked at my eyes "Really? I would've sworn 18-19"
I started chuckling, covering my mouth "A lot of people say that"
Joe looked at me inquisitively, "Really? Ok, now I don't feel stupid"
I lost it, I started laughing "Joe, you are very weird, and a nice gentleman...."
Joe looked like he wanted me to stop "I know what you are going to ask, but, I can't"
I looked at Joe "What? Why?"
Joe looked down at his shuffling feet "Disney, Camp Rock 2,... Demi"
I looked down in disappointment and I hoped I didn't show it, I was sure I failed. "Oh..."
Joe looked up at me, "We can be friends though..."
I looked up at him "Really? It won't make Disney jealous?"
Joe started to laugh "Disney... is who we should worry about right now."
I looked at Joe and held out a hand "Friends?"
He smiled and shook my hand,
"Friends."