NASH'S POV:
As always nothing goes to plan. Waiting for Creed and Jett to return, Rigby's good mood begins to dissipate. Listening to him grumble about them being late, is a complete ball ache and when Jett returns alone, I feel a bone deep need to escape. Offering to fetch everyone a coffee, I'm out of there as quick as my feet will carry me.
Pulling out my headphones, I decide to listen to some music as I walk. I consider texting the girl I'm seeing but I can't really be bothered. I've never really been one for relationships and she's definitely the girlfriend sort of girl. In other words, she's someone else's sort of girl.
The coffee shop is only across the road, but I dawdle as much as possible, hoping that Rigby will have got his sh*t together by the time I get back. I take a few e
