Chapter Nine
1209 Words
“Oh my, are you the dark haired, brown eyed beauty my mom's been talking about all day since yesterday?” Katie asked as soon as she reached the table I sat on in the coffee shop (which was also a great place to write novels) we always met at.
“I guess you can say so,” retrieving my laptop from the bag I'd carried, I dropped it on the table in front of the chair I sat on.
Katie took a seat opposite me, a grin planted on her lips. “You seriously agreed to date him. Oh my goodness, I'm so surprised.”
“Same here,” I turned on the laptop, “but you should know it's not real.”
“Yeah yeah,” she waved her hand in the air, brushing it off, “he told me it's fake and for a year and bla bla bla.”
“Why does it seem like you don't want it to be fake?” I went to see all the drafts I'd written.
None of them had been more than a hundred words.
Hopefully, Austin would start telling me things I needed to know soon so I would have an insight on how to start.
She shrugged, dropping her purse on the table, “I guess I think you two would be a perfect fit.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “you're the first person I'd see that would not mind her best friend dating her brother.”
“Oh please,” she waved it off, “I don't care if you two date as long as my thirty year old brother finds a stable relationship and not just date around.”
“And my twenty five year old bestie also has a stable relationship rather than just dating for fun.”
“Well, sadly it's not going to happen.” I watched Helen, a worker and friend of ours, head towards us.
“Hey girls, what can I get y'all?” She asked, a smile playing on her lips, showing off two sets of white teeth.
“I'll like a cup of hot coffee,” I returned her smile.
“Same here.” Katie said, so we watched her nod then leave.
Helen was just a year younger than Katie, which made her twenty three years of age.
Since I'd known her, she'd always left her blonde hair in a short cut. The type of cut that'd only suit her type of face.
“So where were we?” Katie retrieved her phone from her purse, though I was certain she wouldn't use it.
“I'll need you to give me his number so we could set up a date when he'll teach me about it,”
Her smile grew wider, “yeah, I'm so excited you two are actually doing this.”
“As long as it helps me with my book, then I don't have a problem with it.” That was the only thing I cared about.
“Have you thought of a storyline?” She asked as Helen appeared with a tray of two cups of hot coffee.
She dropped one on the table in front of me then the other in front of Katie. “Enjoy,”
After a wink at us both, she left.
Lifting my coffee to my lips, I took a sip of it, before dropping it back. “No, I've not.”
“Ooof, that must be tough.” She took a sip of her coffee.
“I know, I was thinking, maybe if a basketball player falls for his team mate,” I took another sip of the coffee, “do male and female stay in the same team?”
She shook her head, expressing her disappointment in my thinking, “of course not. You don't even know the basics of the sport.”
“Which is why Austin would have a lot of work to do.”
She chuckled, “you know, you could write a story about a basketball player falling in love with a novel writer who knows nothing about sports.”
I knew where she was heading in her story so I just rolled my eyes, “no thank you.”
“Come on,” she winked, her smile turning teasing, “you could make it a real life story about how you fell in love with—”
“You know I'm not falling in love with anyone,” I cut her off, “especially not with someone like Austin.”
“Someone like Austin?” She let out a chortle, “he's not that bad.”
“Whatever,” but then an idea popped in my head, “maybe I could write a story about a basketballer falling for his coach.”
“Hmm.”
“They can have female coaches, right?” I drew my brows in askance, hoping I was right so I could finally have a storyline.
She nodded, smiling more. “I think you've found your storyline.”
Immediately, I began typing it on the laptop. “But I'll need to know about how their work schedule is and how much time they have together and all.”
“Which is where Austin comes up.”
I nodded, retrieving my phone from the pocket of the black sweater I had on, “I need his number.”
She took my phone from me, typing in his number. “Do you want me to send him a message?”
“Yeah,” I continued typing the possible storyline on my laptop, “ask if he's going to be available tomorrow.”
“Alright.” She was typing on my phone while I continued writing as the storyline kept flowing in my head.
I knew that at any moment, the ideas would stop coming, so I was sure to type them as fast as they were coming.
“Sent,” she said, dropping my phone beside my laptop, “how's the story going?”
“It's going well so far,” till all the ideas were gone so I typed the last words, smiling to Katie, “finally, a progress.”
“Congratulations.”
My phone pinged, which I reached for, surprised to see a message from him.
“Did he reply?” She asked, sounding like it was a teenager crush I was chatting with, instead of her brother.
“Hmm,”
“What did he say?”
“I should come visit him by eleven and leave by twelve as he's having a visitor.” What a weirdo.
“Alright, so you want me to take you there?”
“I thought you're going on a date with Kelvin?” I knew there was no way she would miss going out with her boyfriend all because of me.
“Yeah, but it's not until eleven thirty, so I'll drop you off then get going,” she explained, “I don't want you getting missing.”
I wasn't sure if she'd forgotten I could just ask the GPS, but then I knew she wouldn't let me go alone so I just nodded.
Finally I had a story, so the next is knowing about the sport.
- Writer
