“I don’t know, an unlucky leprechaun?”
“Isn’t the whole luck thing what makes them a leprechaun?” We laugh together, but then Kai shakes me again.
“Right, anyway, forget about that. You are incredibly lucky, that’s all I’m saying,” Then his smile fades. He looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how.
“What’s up?” I ask, my heart skips a beat.
“Just try not to get hurt, okay?” He says, his eyes looking directly at mine. I can see the worry in his eyes.
“I’ll try my best,” I say with a small smile.
I go to sleep cuddling my pillow. If the smile on my face is any indication, I would say I’ve fallen hard for Teddy. Part of me is excited about the prospect of a blooming romance, while the other knows I’m not ready. The parts of my past that shaped me have messed with my head. I’m not sure how I would cope.
But I won’t know until I try.
Isn’t life all about taking leaps of faith?
Iwalk along the main strip of town with a boba tea in my hand. The fruity flavour coats my mouth. I wanted to get something to drink before I head to the bookstore. The heat on my skin makes me feel like everything will be okay, almost like a comforting blanket - even if starting a new job makes me feel sick.
This is what I wanted though. Sometimes for good things to happen I need to be uncomfortable first. Everything will be fine, I hope.
As I walk further down the street, I see the ice cream shop Mum and I used to go to often. We’d eat ice cream and chat about anything and everything. I wish I could do that with heragain. When I walk closer to the shop, I notice there’s wooden boards on the windows and a for sale sign.
“When did you shut?” I say to myself as I pull out my phone. I type in the name of the shop and look up when it closed. What I read horrifies me.
Tragedy Strikes Perrancombe After Beloved Ice Cream Shop Forced To Close After Owner’s Death
The Cornish Whip Ice cream shop that has served Perrancombe’s finest Ice cream for over Forty years, has unfortunately been forced to close.
An altercation between the notorious Bronze Family and the owner broke out this morning, which took a deadly turn, with the owner succumbing to his injuries in a local hospital.
The news article was published just a few months ago. Reading it makes my blood boil to the point I want to throw my phone across the street. How do they keep getting away with this? How have the police not tracked them down yet? The more I hear about the Bronze Family the more I want to throw them in jail myself.
I walkinto the bookstore with a plastered-on smile. I’ve spent all morning getting ready, making sure I look nice for my first day. I’ve almost forgotten about my emotional hurricane of a morning.Almost.
“Good morning, you ready for this?” Teddy asks. He sips on a coffee while cradling a pile of books with one arm.
“Yeah, I think so. I’m feeling pretty good about this,” I tell him, my heartbeat speeding up. I tense up, but I remind myself that this is my first day and I’m just learning. I’m going to make mistakes and that will be okay. I just have to chill out.
“Oh good, hey listen I want you to meet someone,” he says, looking around the vicinity. “Where is he?” He mutters under his breath. He places the pile of books onto a random table before a boy appears in front of us.
“Hey, you must be the new guy Teddy Bear was telling me about,” the boy tells me, reaching for a handshake. I shake the boy’s hand before I speak.
“Yep, that’s me,” I say with a smile. I hope my palms weren’t too sweaty for him.
“Noah, this is Elijah. Elijah, this is Noah,” Teddy says, pointing between us.
“Or Eli if you prefer,” Elijah says, a smile appearing on his face. He has ‘surfer boy’ blonde hair and way too many rings on his fingers.
“Is that a bring me the horizon tank top?” I ask Elijah, pointing at it. He looks down at it and smiles widely.
“Yeah man, I love Bring Me,” he says, pulling it out straight so I can see the design.
“It’s the soundtrack to us cleaning at the end of the shift so you can look forward to that,” Teddy says while sipping on his coffee.
“I actually just learned how to play Drown on the guitar, I’ll show you at some point,” Elijah says, and my eyes go wide.
“You play guitar?”
