Philip Masterson
Dafnie looked up at me, red flushing her cheeks. Oh best friend, you are way too pale for your own good. I sat down next to her and rose my eyebrows at both Rupert and Colette. They smiled in return.
"So," I paused, crossing my arms over the table. "You guys didn't answer my question. Who doesn't have feelings for me?"
"Not important," Dafnie huffed with a giggle. "How have you been?"
"Oh, it's you!" I teased. "You are the one that doesn't have feelings for me. That makes sense, cause Rupert is head of heels for this dick."
Dafnie couldn't help but break out laughing as did Colette and Rupert. I smiled at them all and looked around the coffee shop. One of the baristas was approaching our table. He had dirty blonde hair and Harry Potter glasses and he was eyeing Dafnie, hard. I felt like spitting at him, telling him to back off. Creepers can't just stare at girls and think it's okay.
But, to my surprise, I heard Dafnie squeal. I looked over at her and she had leaped from her seat and rushed over to Harry Potter glasses guy, strangling him with hugs.
"OLIVER! Oh my GOD!" she laughed into his chest.
His cheeks grew pick as he hugged her back, nodding at us in a sort of hello.
"Dafnie, I would like to breathe now." Harry Potter glasses guy had a Harry Potter British accent as well. He's a charmer.
She pulled away and held onto his hand as she introduced him as Oliver Hemingway. He's two years older than us and came to visit Seattle's coffee houses. He's originally from Connecticut. Originally - originally, Bristol.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Philip." I smiled.
"Colette, but call me Cole if you'd like."
"Rupert or Rup,"
"Nice to meet all of you. I hope you all enjoy your beverages, they are all made by me. Can I just steal Dafnie for a moment?"
She couldn't stop smiling and that made my heart race. She was finally genuinely happy. And all it took was one British fellow. Dafnie deserves this.
"Sure, just remember to give her back." Colette laughed.
They walked away to the back of the shop, leaving me with the two love birds. That made me long for Isabelle. Oh did I miss her. I haven't seen or heard from her in a few days and I don't know how I'm living these days without her by my side. I don't know if I had done something... or if I hadn't done something. And Dafnie wasn't much help in that department cause her and Issy weren't good friends.
"Who's that?" I asked.
"You heard him, Oliver Hemingway." Rupert mocked his accent. "I came from Connecticut but am originally from Bristol. I came here to check out the coffee shops in Seattle. It's a plus that Dafnie lives here." he kept on mocking causing both Colette and I to laugh.
"Nice Rupey." I smiled. "But no, what I meant is... who is he to her? Have you guys met him before?"
"I have, he came to the dance last year. It was when Paul was with Issy and Daf was heart broken. he just happened to show up. He's a real charmer Phil." Colette explained. "He went to Harmony High, Dafnie's cousin actually went there, that's how they met."
"Ohh, interesting. I think he could really make her happy." I said.
Rupert rose an eyebrow in question. I sipped my coffee, enjoying the sweet notes of vanilla that jumped on my taste buds.
"You think they're dating?" Rupert had asked.
"I'd hope so, Dafnie needs it. Especially after Paul."
"You wanna know who her cousin is?" Rupert asked, smirking.
"Uh, do I?"
"You do."
I took a look at Colette and she rolled her eyes. This must not be good.
"Okay, I do. Tell me."
"Bradley."
I honestly did not get who this person was, at first. Then Rupert sighed once I didn't react and Colette pulled up something on her phone. She turned on some music and then I realized who it was.
"Bradley? Like, are you kidding?" I laughed, flabbergasted.
"Yeah, the Bradley. Dude Dafnie has it lucky. She may not be getting the fame or fortune from her family, but, she's got them." Rupert replied.
Colette turned off the rock ballad and smiled. "It's good that her uncle keeps his family under ground or else we'd have paparazzi all over our school." she added on.
"Uncle?"
"Jared Leto." Rupert squealed.
"I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU." I huffed.
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