KEITH POV
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I wake up with a low groan, reaching over to slam my alarm off. I roll back over, 100% content with going back to sleep. James would so make fun of me. I think with a little giggle. James. I startle back to reality, a huge smile on my face. I was going to see him today. James, my boyfriend of almost 8 months had yesterday asked me to meet him at Altea Cafe today. Apparently, he had something important to tell me. I jump out of bed gleefully and hurry to my closet to get dressed. I shift through my clothes tossing out any that weren't suitable for my date. After a few minutes of sifting through clothes, I settle for a plain red shirt, ripped black pants, and a leather jacket. I slip on the black converse I always wear and head downstairs. My brother Takashi, raises his steaming coffee cup in greeting. I nod in return and make a b-line to the fridge. I grab a lactose-free smoothie and sit next to my brother.
"Hey Keith," Takashi says.
"Hi Shiro," I reply cracking open the lid of my breakfast. My brother's full name is Takashi Shirogane, but he insists that everyone needs to call him Shiro. Say's it makes him feel younger.
"Got a date with James today?" he questions taking a sip of coffee. He scrunches his nose and sticks out his tongue while reaching for the creamer.
I laugh a little at his reaction to the bitter coffee, "yeah, we're going to Altea Cafe today."
He just nods his head and goes back to his coffee. I smile and look over at the oven. The built-in clock reads 8:44. I choke on my smoothie a little and stand up. I had agreed to meet James at 9.
"I gotta go! Right now!" I shout, chugging the rest of my smoothie. I throw the empty container in the trash and dash out the door. I run to my motorcycle and hop on. I immediately rev the engine on and head downtown.
I make it to Altea Cafe in about 20 minutes. Parking my bike, I look around to see if I can see James' car anywhere in the parking lot. It's nowhere to be found. Weird. He's usually early. I walk inside and go up to the counter to order a drink. My best friend Romelle greets me.
"Heyyy Keithy~." Romelle say's in a sarcastically sweet voice.
"Heyyy Romelon~." I reply in a similar voice.
"Would you like your usual?" She asks, giggling a bit.
"You know it," I say.
She turns around and starts making my chai latte. I walk over to a corner where an empty table for two is. After a few minutes, Romelle walks over and sets my Latte down.
"Extra spicy, just how you like it." She says with a smile, before turning to take care of other customers.
I mutter thanks and check my phone, 9:12. I go back to sipping my chai. After a few more moments I hear the door to the cafe open. I whip my head up and see James making his way towards me with a small sad smile. He sits down across from me.
"You're later than usual," I jab playfully at him.
He just looks at me with a sad expression. I raise my eyebrow, a silent question.
"Listen, Keith, we have to talk," James starts, taking a deep breath.
'We have to talk' Those words never mean anything good. With anxiety clutching my heart, I gulp and nod my head urging James to
continue.
"I'm in love with someone else." He says. At the moment it feels like the whole world froze. His words echo through my head, causing pressure to build behind my eyes.
"Oh," I reply lamely.
"Oh? Just oh? Well okay then, I guess I should have no reason to regret my decision," James snaps, incredulous.
"James wait. That's not what I-" I argue.
"No, forget it, Keith. Obviously being with you has been a big mistake. God, I can't believe I was so stupid. Whatever, I'll just go out with
Lance instead. Maybe he'll act like he cares about me." James interrupts standing up and stalking out of the cafe.
I just sit there shell shocked, everyone in the cafe looking first at me, then to the door James had just walked out of. Slowly I shakily
raise my hand and croak out "check please." Romelle walks over to me.
"Your drink is on me, sweetie. Call me tonight," Romelle says. I nod my head slowly and walk out of the cafe.
I make it home in under 10 minutes. When I open the door to our house, I see my brother and his fiance talking. They stop once they realize I'm back.
"Ah, Keith you're home," Shiro says.
"How was your date?" Adam, Shiro's fiance, asks.
I give them death glares and slam the door shut. I start walking quickly upstairs. As I'm leaving I see Shiro and Adam look at each other, worry evident on their face.