Finally the third chapter! so proud so proud :) Right big moment: John and Grace finally meet. Enjoy ;)


John

The weather was freezing! And it was August and people were walking around in T-shirts and shorts. Some men were even topless!

Crazy Irish! John thought. John was standing in front of Starbucks, the meeting point, in Belfast, Northern Ireland. What the hell was he doing here? Oh yes, Grace.

People walking past were staring at John, who was wearing a two layers of shirts, a jumper and a coat, a bag on his back and were giving him the 'it ain't freezing you mad ejit' look.

"What you lookin' at?" John hissed to one of them who walked passed. Rolling his eyes, John continued to wait. And wait. It was nearly two thirty, so another five more minutes to go.

Then he sensed someone behind him. "John Sheppard?" asked the voice behind him. "Ah, yeah." he confirmed, "Are you Grace?" John turned to face her when he asked, then paused, surprised at what he saw. Grace Wayfair was a perfect mix of her parents. Her dirty blonde hair was short, to her jaw, and the ends naturally spiked upwards like his own. She had Jane's green eyes, which were bright and cat-like shaped. She had a small, yet long, button nose. Cupid's bow lips that turn upwards, giving the impression that she was always smiling. Tall (nearly as tall as he was), slender and slightly lean around the arms. She wore a greyish band T-shirt that said 'Editors' with a picture of a rose covered with black ink on it, like other teenagers Grace wore skinny jeans and bright blue and grey stripped high top converse. A jeans jacket was wrapped around her hour-glassed waist.

"Yes I am." Grace replied back, smiling, then a she gave a puzzled look as she saw what her "dad" was wearing. "You do know it's 15 degrees right?"

"15 degrees is not warm." John complained.

Grace rolled her eyes and walked into the barista. Halfway through the door, Grace turned and said," You comin'?"

John followed. Upon entering, the strong aroma of freshly made coffee filled the air, ambushing John senses. John noticed Grace was next in line and listened, "One Grande chocolate cream frappe, double blended, extra whip cream and extra chocolate." and watched her pay. When John was next he just asked for a coffee.

Upon seeing her "dad's" choice, Grace just rolled her eyes and grimace.

"Not a coffee person, eh?" John pointed.

"How do you even drink it? It's so bitter no matter the flavour and has the worst after taste."

"You get use to it." John said while drinking his coffee. "Oh, that's good coffee!"

Grace smiled as she rolled her eyes and shook her head, taking a sip from her cold frappe and let out a moan of delight.

"Right, so where are going."

"We are staying here and going upstairs." Grace said.


I know it's another a short chapter. The next will hopefully be longer. Please review!