(A/N: I've included a pop song here. I just like the catchy tune and the lyrics are just so sweet. Besides, Alex With is from my local town. So a bit of friendly promo there.
This chapter is dedicated to MercurioC Happy belated birthday, girlie! )
I was desperate.
Two days until Ethan's birthday and I still hadn't found him a present. I had blackmailed, bribed and coaxed Ellen into a shopping trip.
On a saturday morning.
She was not happy.
I figured a rather large frothy coffee might make her more helpful and headed for the nearest coffeeshop.
Ignoring the stormy cloud above her head, I sat her down at a booth and headed for the counter. I had paid for my black coffee and Ellen's frothy milky one when the door chimed and I heard a cheerful voice.
"Izzy!" Selma exclaimed behind me.
I turned and gave her my brightest smile.
"Hey you," I replied.
"How have you been?" She asked.
"Good... just... good. You?" I mumbled, feeling like an idiot.
"Can't complain," she chirped.
She studied the menu for a moment.
An idea formed at the back of my mind about somehow getting present ideas. My coffee order was handed over and I took the two cups with a thanks to the barista. Before heading back I casually smiled at her.
"Hey... Ellen and I are sat over there if you feel like joining us," I said.
Selma's smile brightened even more.
"I'd love to. Thank you, Izzy!" She smiled.
I nodded and headed over to Ellen.
"Brighten up sourpuss. Ethan's sister is joining us," I said with a smile as I sat down oposite her and handed her the coffee.
"Sourpuss my ass. You dragged me out shopping before 10 on a Saturday!" Ellen grumbled.
I left her to the coffee.
A minute later Selma slipped into the seat next to Ellen.
I nodded approvingly at her black coffee.
"Best thing to wake me up, according to my dear brother. Although he only started drinking the stuff last November," she smiled and took a sip of the dark liquid before scrunching her nose up.
"Still getting used to the taste though," she laughed.
"She's like a fucking Care Bear! Could you please tone it down? I'm beeing blinded here," Ellen grouched.
Selma flinched slightly.
"Don't worry about her. She doesn't really do mornings," I said pointing at Ellen.
"No! I don't do Saturday mornings looking for birthday presents for your fucking crush!" Ellen snapped.
I cringed.
Selma tilted her head and Ellen slowly turned to actually look at Selma for the first time with a growing smirk.
"Retract statement!" I muttered under my breath glaring at Ellen.
Ellen grinned gleefully at me.
"Okay. Correction. I don't do Saturday mornings looking for birthday presents for some dude in the same fucking band as you... Better?" Ellen smirked.
I shot her a death-glare.
Next to Ellen, Selma was trying to hide a laugh.
I sighed and wished for a full do over.
"Anyway..." I started trying to think of something remotely intelligent to say.
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Obstruction
ChickLitIzzy Taylor. Plain tomboy Arts geek Music lover. All her life Izzy has seen herself as quite boring. She likes her arts, her music and her two best friends, Ellen and Simon. What happens when the rock band Simon plays in needs a singer and Izzy some...
