CHAPTER FOUR:
(A/N: I feel like I should warn you.. there will be a whole chapter that has nothing to do with DC. It'll build up to the initial non cellular 2nd meeting of Jamie and Darren. So please read it to understand future references. Once more, please give feedback. I'm like a lost puppy. I don't know where I'm going with this first fic.)
Several weeks passed since Darren and I first texted eachother and it was already the middle of July. Darren and I began texting more and eventually became texting buddies. Angie got used to the fact that I was friends with a celebrity.
The conversations Darren and I had were just regular friend talk. Nothing too personal but we became closer friends. We never called each other and didn't intend on actually seeing each other in person anytime soon. Then one day, he sent me:
[9:28 P.M.] Jamie, we obviously have a nice friendship blooming, so why don't we call each other tonight?
This was big for me. I mean.. Darren only gave me his number in the first place for the case of an emergency where I really needed to talk to someone. Now, he wanted to call me to have a normal conversation as friends?
I replied:
[9:29 P.M.] Yeah. That sounds like a great idea. (:
Several minutes later, my phone lit up:
Call From Darren C. :D
I tapped the Accept option and quickly cleared my throat:
Hello?
Hey Jamie!
Hey Dare!
Wow. It's been a while since I actually heard your voice.
It has..
So, as you may or may not know, I'm in San Diego right now. I checked and my schedule will be clear during the first week I get back from over here. Basically, what I'm trying to say is... do you want to go hang out next week? I think it would be really fun!
...
Jamie.. are you there?
Uhh.. yeah. Yeah! I'm here.
Soo.. whatcha think?
It sounds great! What were you thinking of us doing?
Well, it would be no fun if I just told you! It'll be a surprise!
Surprises? That's cheesy.
Yeah. Well who said I wasn't cheesy?
Okay.. whatever, Dare.
Alright. Now, I'm sad to say that I'm gonna be busy for the rest of this week and probably won't be able to text you. I'll be back Sunday. Just make sure you're at the Reynold's Cafe nearest the House of Blues at 11 A.M. sharp on Monday, okay?
Okay!
Alright. Well I'm gonna go watch a movie. Have a good night, Jamie.
You too, Darren.
Bye.
Bye.
I hung up and then squealed my little heart out. In a couple days, I would be spending a whole week with Darren. This occasion was worth buying new clothes! I decided that I would go on a shopping spree (the only shopping spree this year) with Angie. I hesitated at first because of my lack of a job, but Darren is worth it. I hopped into bed with a smile on my face and Darren on my mind.
Monday finally came and I was getting ready. I approached my closet and carefully chose what I was going to wear from the new clothes I bought from the shopping spree. I finally picked out an outfit. I clothed myself with a casual blue and brown dress with spaghetti straps. I added a cute brown belt. I also wiggled a blue and brown bracelet on my wrist. I walked into the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom. I grabbed my curling iron and curled here and there. They weren't fancy curls, but they would do. As for makeup, I decided to go simple with it. I used a little bit of brown eyeshadow to give my eyelids a smoky look. Then, I applied eyeliner and mascara. Not too much, though. Finally, I finished my makeup with a coat of lip gloss. I picked up the sunglasses that I wore to the Starkid concert. Before I knew it, I was ready for coffee with Darren Criss.
Angie was already at work, so I had to call a taxi.
"Reynold's Cafe on the other side of the city, please?" I politely told the cabbie my destination.
By the time I got to the coffee shop, it was 10:47. Once I got through the front doors of the cafe, which made a ringing sound when I came in, I walked to the order station to get myself the supply of coffee I needed for the day. There weren't a lot of people in the coffee shop so the line wasn't too long. Now I know why Darren picked this place rather than the Starbucks on the other side of the street. When I got to the front of the line, I was facing a semi-muscular guy with bright blue eyes and jet black hair. His name tag read Jessie.
"I would like a caffe mocha, please," I said with a slight smile.
"Will that be all for the pretty lady?" he asked with a half wink. Flirty. I like it.
"Yes. I believe so," I said sternly, remembering that I was there to meet Darren for coffee; not flirt with the guy who was serving it to me.
"Coming right up," he sweetlly said as he was walking away to make my coffee. That was odd. He didn't personally make anyone else's coffee who was in front of me came back to the cash register about a minute later and handed me my caffe mocha as he put down a pen he was holding in his other hand.
"That'll be on me," he said with his flirty voice.
" Thank you.. very much," I replied with a smirk. After that, I went to grab a seat near the big windows so Darren could see me easily when he walked in.
11:00 A.M., my phone read.
Showtime.
20 minutes passed.
Where is he?
I grabbed my phone:
[11:20 A.M.] Hey. Where are you?
No reply.
Another 20 minutes and several unanswered phone calls and texts later, I was still sitting there alone with my empty cup of coffee. Jessie wasn't working the register anymore and instead was wiping off some tables. Then, he walked up to me.
"Waiting for someone?" he asked with a tone in his voice that made it apparent that he saw girls being stood up here at least once every two days.
"Oh yeah. Um.. just a friend," I answered with a sigh.
"Well, I'd hate to break it to you but he's probably not coming," Jessie said, "They never end up coming."
As he walked away, I looked down at the tiled floor. Jessie wasn't trying to be rude or anything. He was just helping you face the truth, Jamie. Darren probably forgot all about you and your stupid coffee, I thought to myself.
Before tears started piling up in my eyes, I got up from my chair and headed to the nearest trash can to throw my coffee cup away. Just as I was about to do that, something on the container caught my eye. It was a phone number. I looked over towards Jessie's direction. He saw me, gave me a wink, and signaled Call Me.
Such. A. Flirt.
Jamie's outfit for coffee: out_for_coffee/set?id=53807710
Jessie: Black haired version of Chace Crawford
