I'm Just A Girl..I'm Just A Girl..Living In A Weird Weird World (2)

The cafe's door opened and wind burst through.
He looked up, somehow always sensing her presence.

She sat down with a defeated slump and gave out a sigh before resting her head on the cool surface.

"Hit me." She mumbled out.
He raised his eyebrow in amusemant.
"Just what a man wants to hear."He replied back.
She looked up with a glare. And came closer to him.
"Ofcourse i would love to hit you."She came real close to his face, with a smile.
He gulped, his heart sped up.
She smacked the back of his head.
"There you go!"

He rubbed his head while exclaiming.
"Krysta!Jesus."
"You did ask for it." She answered back with a smirk.
"Now give me the goods." She answered slumping down again.
He started to pour the coffee.
"Ah love of my life, the light in my night-" She began dramatically as she eyed her coffee and drank in the smell.
"Look Krysta i already know you're inlove with me but seriously you gotta stop sometimes."
She looked back at him with a frown.
"You want another hit?"
He frowned and looked afraid, rubbing his neck remembering her hard hit.
He shuddered.
"No thank you."
"Good boy."She said with a smile before starting to drink her coffee.
"Mmm.."She closed her eyes.
"Heaven."
"Speaking of heaven-"Tristan began.

Krysta still had her eyes closed.
"Tristan stop flirting with Krysta and go and give Mr Barnes his breakfast!" His mother called.
Tristan turned red.
"Ma!!" He went to go and retrieve the plate.
"So Krysta how are you dear?" The raven haired woman came towards her with a warm smile.
"Fine Ms Evans." She answered back with a smile. The coffee had done it job and awoken her.
"How many times will I say this? Call me Violet." She said back with a smile.
"You've said it since i was like five and still no success."
"Hmm." Violet came towards her and squeezed her cheek playfully.
"Missyy.. you call me that again and well... no more coffee!"
Violet threatened with a smirk.
Krysta gasped.
"Ahhh!You wouldn't!" She answered back with a shocked expression painted on her face.
"Oh wouldn't I?" Violet answered back.
"But.I'll die!" Krysta answered with a smile.

Wait a minute.

"Tristan putyou up to this didn't he!" Krysta exclaimed.
Violet was about to answer when.

"Ma, Krysta-" Tristan came back.
Both females turned to a innocent Tristan.
Violet sighed out.
'Sorry Tristan. She caught on and you know i can't be mean to her!"
Tristan gave out a sigh before turning to a angry Krysta.
Krysta frowned before her eyes lit up.
"No! No no no!"Tristan exclaimed as he knew what she was about to do.
"You better run Son." His mum whispered.
"Oh boy!"Tristan began his sprint.
"Oh you better run moron."Krysta began to chase Tristan around the cafe before finally catching him, as he was caught between the customers. Ms Patricia and Penny. Both who loved Krysta alot and helped her by trapping him.
"Ah ha!"
"OH NO!" Tristan yelled as Krysta jumped onto him, tackling him onto the ground. She began to beat him again and again. Man was she strong. Before finally settling on tickling him. The entire cafe watched on, amused. They got to much entertainment from the teenagers.

"Okay. Okay I'm sorry. I'll never try and get in the way of you and your coffee every again!" Tristan laughed out, with his hands raised.
"You promise?" She sat on his chest.
"Promise."
"Good." She began to get up as the cafe resumed.

"I just don't know why you're so against it." Krysta stated as she sat down.
"Well, one coffee is bad for you and your health. Keeps you hyperactive. Two stains your teeth, bad breath, kills your insides. And the list goes on. And three you're to addicted to it. You're a junkie."
Krysta rolled her eyes.
"Sorry dad." She said with a smile.
Tristan playfully glared at her.
"And having your mum say that, low. Even for you!"
"Sorry hon." Violet called from behind the counter, probably stuck in the kitchen.
"You're forgiven!" Krysta called back.

Krysta gave out a sigh and rested her head on her hands.
Tristan looked at her with concern.
"What's up?" He asked her.
Krysta sat up.
"Oh..er..um nothing. Just tired." She made up.
"You've been tired alot lately." Tristan observed.
"Uh yeah. Well." Krysta shrugged her shoulders.
"Time for school." She yelled as she grabbed her bag and skipped out the door, calling bye to everyone over her shoulder.
He followed her, before yelling bye to his mum and getting into his car seat next to her.

How was she supposed to tell him or anyone for that matter about the recurrring dream. It was still stuck in her head, but becoming foggy by the second. She frowned. But brown eyes with a tint of green, were still clear. If only she could place the face.