Okay so, chapter two.

I don't own Glee.

Away with the chapter...

I'm grateful when the bus stops and we can all get off. The hot sun had heated up the bus and it was like an oven. I'm slightly sweaty when I jump out the door and into the cool breeze outside.

Quentin and Flossy follow. "Phew! I thought I was going to die!" complains a rather red-in-the-face Flossy.

"Too bad we didn't leave you on there then," remarks Quentin with a smirk.

"Oh hush!" she says.

"Come on," I say.

We walk down the path weaving between people. I wonder where a man I pass got his tee shirt and then I mentally criticize a woman's hair.

"You know, my plan for this summer is to get you two into successful relationships," states Flossy matter-of-factly. See what I said about her trying to get me dates?

"You don't need to," Quentin says. We all stop in the middle of the path.

"What?" I ask.

"I'm already trying my best at getting with a girl I like…" Quentin smiles shyly. He starts walking again and we all follow.

"What's her name?" Flossy inquires.

"I can't tell you because then things will go wrong."

"Oh will they now?"

"Yes. I know what you're like," Quentin says good-naturedly.

"Oh fine. Then that means all my attention is focused on you Kurty darling!"

"Flossy, I can find my own boyfriend," I say.

"Where is he then?"

I just huff in answer and walk a bit faster. Quentin has no trouble keeping up with his long strides but Flossy has to do a funny kind of walk-jog to stay with us, I laugh quietly to myself.

~OoO~

We walk into Starbucks and I'm in heaven.

"Smell that coffee," I close my eyes and inhale the smell – delicious.

"I think you mean look at those muffins," says Flossy with a sigh.

"You go sit at our table and I'll get yours," Quentin offers. Flossy smiles and thanks him. She walks over to and sits at a small table by the window – the one we always sit at.

I order and get my coffee and Quentin his and Flossy's.

We join Florence at our table. It's a nice place to sit. It's right by the window so you get all the light and a great view of the passing people (we like to people watch). The soft sunlight streams through the glass and warms us all.

Quentin puts Flossy's Frappuccino and chocolate muffin in front of her and she licks her lips. "Mmmm, thanks. How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing. It's fine," Quentin replies. He sits down on the opposite side of the rectangular table to Flossy and I.

"Are you sure?" she asks.

"Of course I am," he insists.

"Okay," Flossy shrugs and tucks into her muffin with a moan of delight.

"Enjoying that?" I ask.

"Incredibly. It's almost as tasty as that boy," I frown and follow her finger out of the window. How does she do that?

Opposite the coffee shop there are some concrete steps that lead to a concrete old man of some significance. Surely enough, sitting on the second step up was a boy. He had dark hair that was gelled down and in a side parting. He was wearing a light blue shirt, red turn-ups and a dark-blue bow-tie. He was busking with a guitar and sitting in front of him was a straw hat that people were throwing coins into. He was the cutest thing I've ever seen.

"You've done it," I tell Flossy. "Finally you have found a boy that I'm attracted to!"

"Well done me!" Flossy congratulates herself. Quentin claps and she acknowledges the clapping with a fake-snooty nod of her head. We all laugh.

"Go talk to him then," Quentin urges.

"I can't," I reply.

"Why not?" Flossy asks scandalised. "It took me ages to pick him out of that crowd!"

I look out of the window at the scraggly groups of people wandering around. "You are such a liar. There's hardly anyone out there today – it's too hot for the sane."

"Please?" she asks with wide puppy-dog eyes. "I so want you to be in a relationship!"

"I can't talk to boys. I just can't – this is me," I say and gesture to myself to make my point clearer.

"Fine. Okay, you're new at talking to boys you actually find hot. Well, I can help you with that!"

"Oh and how will you help?" I inquire. I'll see what she has to say – I really do want to get to know the adorable busker.

"Just walk up to him and say, "hi there, sexy". It works every time for me," the girl advises. "Add in a wink if you're feeling confident."

"No! I will not do that!" I state.

"How about just the first bit? You know, "hi there"." Quentin suggests.

I cover my face which is growing redder by the second. Talking to attractive people makes me nervous and embarrassed but now I'm sitting here discussing and plotting conversations – what is my life coming to? No wonder I've never had a boyfriend!

Quentin's phone rings and he says he needs to go; Flossy leaves with him because she has arranged to meet Jason – her toad of a boyfriend.

We say our goodbyes and they leave.

I finish off my coffee and walk out of the door. As I walk down the street towards the bus stop I pass the boy.

Now I'm closer I can see that he has gorgeous hazel eyes and I can hear his singing. I stop walking – wow, I feel like my insides have melted.

Thank you for reading. Tell me what you think or follow maybe?

Liza Cathy x