( slippery hands and coffee stains )

[ROCHELLE MARIE DAVIS]

ROCHELLEMARIEDAVIS

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You've never seem so tense l o v e
I've never seen you fall so h a r d,
Do you know where you a r e ?
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Rochelle was a coffee addict, and she couldn't start her morning without it. Well she could, but there would be dire consequences. Normally she brewed her own at home, but they were out of it today, so she'd gone into town specifically to get some of the hot drink. She didn't mind that it was cold out and looked like rain, maybe even snow. She couldn't break her addiction for such a silly thing as snow. Besides, she'd lived here her entire life, so it wouldn't hurt her to be out in the cold, she was used to it. She slid into her jacket and headed toward the local diner for a coffee to go, and maybe a piece of toast. She wasn't quite sure.

She got there and the place was relatively deserted. There wasn't much business this early in the day anyway. She ordered her coffee and recieved it faster than usual. She just wanted to head home. She left the diner and headed back down the streets toward home. She could feel a slight chill creeping up her coat, and decided that it was much colder outside than she'd initially expected. She was just glad that she didn't live way out of town, or there might be some problems further down the road. She put the coffee to her lips and tried to drink some to warm up but it burnt her tongue. She grimaced, knowing she wouldn't be able to taste anything for a week.

Rochelle had done a lot of things in her short life of eighteen years. She'd gone through 12 terrorizing years of high school and had managed to graduate early. She'd designed her own clothing for the past two years, and she'd even started training at the local barbershop to learn how to cut hair. The only thing she'd never managed to do was drink the perfect cup of coffee. She loved coffee in all it's varying forms. In a town like Wells Beach, it was hard to come by flavored coffee or starbucks style, no foam vanilla half calf late with a shot of espresso. All they had to choose from was decaf and regular coffee. So Rochelle had to be inventive with her coffee. The local place had plenty of interesting ingredients to add to it, and today she'd remained low key with just some sugar and creamer. She knew it wouldn't be the perfect cup, but it would do.

She headed toward main street because that meant she was one block closer to being in her warm house. She could sit around all day and watch movies or something. She hadn't expected to weather to be this bad, so she'd worn a light jacket, and the wind was getting to her. She slid gloves out of her pocket and slid them on as easily as she could with a cup of hot coffee in her hands. As she rounded a corner she ran into someone and couldn't stop herself. Her coffee spilled all over their front and she stumbled back before falling on her butt. She looked up from where she was on the sidewalk and opened her mouth to apologize but no words would come out. All she knew, was that that coffee had to be hot.

TAG !! devon benjamin knox
WORD COUNT !!! a wicked number
LYRICS !! gives you hell by All American Rejects
NOTES !!! huzzah! first post.

[devonk]

DEVONBENJAMINKNOX

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I‘ve been let loose and now Im crawling up the walls.
Word is I got away and now I must becaught,
Don’t leave, take it from me I‘ve been more than a king
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“ It’s so damn cold here….”

The one, the only, Devon walked down the street, his jacket drawn tight around him against the chill. Why had he ventured out of the warm confines of his house where at that very moment his mother was making pancakes and eggs? One simple need. He needed coffee. Yes the seventeen year old was a coffee addict, and had been since the ripe age of fifteen. He would have made the caffeinated drink at home, but sadly his mother had forgotten to go buy some the day before. The need had finally forced him out of his soft bed, but did he care? Yes, but only because of the biting wind that whipped his hair into his face. Why did we have to leave New York? He thought with a sigh.

Unlike most of the people in Wells Beach he hadn’t grown up here, and therefore he hated the biting cold that seemed to be everlasting. He missed New York, the hotdog stands on every corner, the constant honking, and even reassuring sound of police sirens that seemed to soothe him into sleep every night. Those days however were in the past, and when his parents decided to move, he was wholly against it. He dug his hands deeper into his pockets as he walked towards the local diner. There was one problem though, and that was the fact that no matter how far he lived from the diner, which was only a few minutes, he always managed to get lost. One more year… he thought. Being a senior and all he could wait a few months for his freedom from the icy prison.

Finally, he entered the diner, grinned grimly at the woman behind the counter, ordered his coffee, and glanced around the small establishment. He nodded his thanks and paid her before exiting. Yea, he enjoyed his coffee black, no added sugar. He sighed heavily as he drank, walking towards the main street, one hand in his pocket so that it remained somewhat warm. There was one thing he was sure of about Wells Beach, and that was the fact that he’d never have Starbucks anymore. No more Tuxedos, no espressos, and no more caramel fraps for him. No sir-y he was now an all black coffee type, or a store bought French Vanilla. God he missed the fact that there were about a thousand Starbucks stores in New York. He glared at the grey sky, cursing it mentally.

The feeling of someone bashing into him, and the even more painful feeling of hot coffee spilling down the left leg of his jeans. He gasped, and his own coffee fell from his hand, eyes narrowing as he looked down at the girl.. He arched an eyebrow. Cute… He thought. Wait! Why was he thinking about he looks when he was being burned? Because he was a guy simply. He bit his lip and reached a hand out, ignoring the burning on his leg. “ Are you alright? Maybe you should watch where you‘re going,” He managed, wincing. He was forever a gentleman, or what could pass as one in this situation. Well that’s the way he was raised since his mom was the one always home, and his dad was off being…all business like. The hand in his pocket clenched and he gave her a forced smile.


TAG !! Rochelle Marie Davis
WORD COUNT !!! A Three Didget Number.
LYRICS !! One of THOSE Nights __ The Cab
NOTES !!! --

[ROCHELLE MARIE DAVIS]

ROCHELLEMARIEDAVIS

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You've never seem so tense l o v e
I've never seen you fall so h a r d,
Do you know where you a r e ?
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Rochelle was a sucker for embarrassing moments. She would never categorize herself as clumsy, but other people might. She usually was very graceful, but sometimes she slipped up and it was always someone else who got the worst of it. In seventh grade, she’d been painting a masterpiece in her eyes and had decided to shake the pink paint because it was all watery. Next thing she knew, there was pink paint everywhere, except for her and her clothing. Somehow, she’d managed to not get a single paint stain on herself. Her painting had been ruined and the girl standing next to her had to take three showers to get all the paint out of her hair, but she was safe. She’d always escaped from her clumsiness relatively unscathed. She might have a scrape or stain here or there, but she never got the worst of it.

Today was such a case of her clumsiness at work. She wasn’t clumsy all the time, but when she was, she really seemed to put on a show. She looked up from the ground at the boy staring down at her and smiled sheepishly. She bit her bottom lip as she looked at the hot coffee now soaking into his pants. At least the strong aroma of coffee would deter any passerby from assuming he’d just peed himself. That was probably the only good thing about what had just happened. Yet, he was still holding a hand out to her to help her up. She would have almost considered it gentlemanly if he hadn’t worded his question so rudely. How was this all her fault? She was just extremely lucky to not be covered in hot coffee too. That didn’t mean that a head on collision from some guy she couldn’t see coming was all her fault. She didn’t take his hand but stood up on her own instead. She looked at him with worry, and a bit of remorse. So maybe it was a bit more her fault than his. After all, she hadn’t really been paying attention to where she was going. She’d just assumed nobody would be out on a day like today.

”I’m fine.” She said, not sure if she was angry because he’d told her to watch where she’d going or upset because she knew he was right. If she’d been paying attention, this probably wouldn’t have happened. ”Doesn’t that hurt?” She asked and looked down at the steam rising from his leg. The coffee was definitely hot. She handed him a napkin, not wanting to dab at his pants. She could tell that it must burn a little. Her tongue had been pretty much disabled by the coffee only seconds ago. It couldn’t have cooled off much since then. She arched an eyebrow and tried to look apologetic. ”I can you know… pay for those or something.” She said and pointed to his pants. She wasn’t quite sure what else there was to say. She didn’t really recognize the guy from around, but this probably wasn’t the best situation to introduce herself to the new kid either. That was if he was in fact the new kid, just because she hadn’t really seen him around, didn’t mean that he hadn’t been here for a while. She wasn’t very observant most days, and she hadn’t been hanging around at parties or anything for a while.


TAG !! devon benjamin knox
WORD COUNT !!! a wicked number
LYRICS !! gives you hell All American Rejects
NOTES !!! --