The Truth About When It Rains

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 10 (v.1) - The breakfast house

Submitted: April 15, 2010

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Java rested his chin on his hands and leaned forward across the table, attempting to initiate a loving stare into Casey’s eyes. A second later, he realized his mistake as he felt an undeniably sticky substance engulf his right elbow.

“Yuck,” he said, and leaned back across the table.

Casey raised one eyebrow but Iris couldn’t restrain herself in time. She sniggered.

“This is such a good hangover cure,” Iris said, toying with the powdered sugar dispenser. “I love pancakes. I love breakfast houses.”

“I’m glad for you,” Elliot said. “I, on the other hand, experienced a much more untraditional hangover cure this morning and I feel it worked just as well.” He stared intensely at Casey, who was sitting diagonal from him. One corner of his mouth was raised in a telltale smirk.

Casey felt her cheeks pinken but couldn’t drop his gaze. The thought of that kiss made her blush instantly. The grass, the dirt on her arms, his hand on the small of her back ...

“You mean a run when normal people are sleeping?” Iris said, oblivious.

“Yeah,” Elliot said, his eyes never once leaving Casey’s. “The run.”

Casey blushed harder and turned back to her menu.

“I love their crepes here,” Casey said, a bit too loud, to cover her awkwardness. Elliot just smiled at her and stretched his feet diagonally under the table until theirs were touching.

She blushed again.

“Java, what are you going to get?” Iris asked without looking up. “Coffee?”

“Hardy har har,” Java said, but he didn’t seem angry. “You’re so original.”

Iris looked up. “Ahh, would you like me to put some actual brains in to it?”

“That would be nice.”

“Am I hearing a challenge?”

Java leaned forward, expertly dodging the syrup pool on the table. “It’s on.”

“Five bucks,” Iris said knowingly, “that I can come up with one you haven’t heard before.”

“Deal.”

They shook hands and Casey rolled her eyes. The waitress, a slim girl in her late teens and nametagged Shaya, approached and broke the obvious silence with a few easy jokes. After they had all ordered, she retreated to the kitchen and left the tension behind her.

“I broke up with Alice,” Java declared.

Casey nodded. “You don’t need to impress me,” she said. “You knew it was the right thing to do.”

Java sighed. He had known it was the right thing to do. It was also extremely hard to impress Casey, and Alice wasn’t helping it any.

“Oh, please,” Iris said. “Can we stop playing children’s games here? I’m sorry you had to sacrifice your little make-out sessions behind the bleachers, Java. Must have just been so hard for you.”

Java squinted at Iris. “Can we leave Alice out of this?”

“Can you act like a mature adult?”

“I’m not a mature adult.”

“Clearly.” Iris put as much emphasis as she could into that one word, and then turned to Casey next to her. “What are you going to do for birthday? Do you know yet?”

“I’m not sure,” Casey said. “I hadn’t really thought about it much.”

Lies, she thought. She had thought about it the past few weeks incessantly. But now things had changed. She would like nothing better than to be curled up in Elliot’s arms on her birthday with a movie in the background and maybe a little kissing to—

“Stop daydreaming, Casey,” Iris said. “God. You’re getting to be worse than Java.” Eyeroll.

Casey laughed. “Sorry,” she said, not very sorry at all. “What about a bonfire on the beach?”

Iris opened her mouth, but Casey already wasn’t paying attention again. This time, she wasn’t daydreaming but rather glancing up at Java. Java was staring, entranced, at Iris. He had his head cocked and was actually paying attention to what Iris was saying, which was a bit unusual for him around girls other than Casey.

Casey looked at Elliot, and then made mad eyes between Iris and Java. ‘You think?’ she mouthed.

He chuckled and Iris halted her story. “What?” she said. “Is no one even paying any attention to me? I’m going to the bathroom.”

She slid out of her chair quickly in a fake huff and stalked toward the bathroom.

“I have to pee, too,” Elliot said, watching Java’s face. He got up less dramatically than Iris and walked off as well, leaving Java and Casey alone.

“Please,” Casey said. “Stop making me break your heart once a day. This is ridiculous!” She threw up her hands.

“I know,” Java said. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m a jackass. Everyone knows it. Iris, too.”

Casey perked up. She leaned across the table and patted his hand. “Nah, you’re only a jackass sometimes.”

“Thanks a bunch,” he said with a tight-lipped smile.

“You know, Iris only thinks you’re a jackass because I like to embellish the jackass stories so she’s on my side,” Casey offered as a peace agreement.

“Really?” it was Java’s turn to perk up. “Hmm.”

Iris appeared only a few moments later and sat back down again. “Where is our waitress?” she said loudly. “God. What it takes to get service in this place.”

Luckily for everyone, Elliot sat back down and Shaya arrived with the steaming plates a minute later. A more peaceful hush descended over the group as everyone dug in, and it wasn’t until Java had polished off his first pancake that Casey spoke again.

“I just want us to be okay,” Casey said to Java’s bent head as Java was busy inhaling his pancakes. “We don’t have to be great or perfect, Java. I just need us to be okay.”

“We are okay,” Java said. He paused to wipe some syrup from his chin. He looked at Casey’s slightly upturned chin in her worry and his eyes softened. “Really, Case. It’s fine.”

“It won’t be fine if you can’t remember to call me Casey,” Casey grumbled under her breath, and everyone laughed.

When the bill came, everyone paid up and Java signed his name with a flourish on the receipt.

“Java, your script is crappy,” Iris said.

Reluctantly, but laughing all the same, Java handed her five bucks.


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