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She Talks To Angels	By : TaimaMarie Category: Reality TV > Viva la Bam Views: 1321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Well, you must have been high.” Bam shrugged as he stirred his coffee.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean---.” Novak tried to argue.

“You know you can’t do anything when you’re high.”

“But Bam, you didn’t see her.” Novak continued. The sight of those blue eyes was haunting him still.
“She was beautiful.”

“And also very smart. She got away from you. And let’s face it, Novak; you just don’t end up with the smart girls.” Bam shrugged.

“She’s different.” He insisted.

“I know, she didn’t roll right over and spread her legs.”

“I have to find her.” Novak declared.

“Now, I thought you said she said she didn’t want to see you again.” Bam raised an eyebrow. Leave it to Novak. He could have almost any girl that he wanted, and he would go chasing after one that didn’t want him.

“Oh, you know how women are. Always playing hard to get.”

“Sure, I know that’s what always happens with me. I wander up to a girl, high off my ass and she says to get away, but I know she really means to chase after her. That’s just the way girls are.”

“I know!” clearly the boy needs some lessons in sarcasm. Bam sighed and took another drink of his coffee.

“I think you’d be better off leaving her alone, Brandon.”

“Why?” his face fell.

“Because she sounds to me like one of those girls who really isn’t into that scene and just gets dragged there by her friends, either because they want her to try it or because she’s scared they’ll get hurt.”

“So? What does that have to do with me?”

“Why do I ever try to talk with you?” Bam rolled his eyes. He stood up and left the table, leaving his friend there to stew in his own thoughts.

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“Didn’t you just have coffee this morning?” Novak grumbled as he slumped down against the car window.

“Yes, and now I want more. Besides, you needed to leave the house. You’ve been sitting at the table, mumbling to yourself since you got up. It’s scary.”

“Is not,” Novak mumbled. He gamely followed his friend into the coffee shop. At least Bam had the ability to make boring things somewhat fun. They stood in line to buy their drinks.

The girl behind the counter was the only one working. The place was packed. It was evident it was her first day, the way she ran around like a chicken with her head cut off, filling orders, making change, telling people to have a nice day.

Bam sighed. People were getting frustrated, grumbling, giving her dirty looks. It wasn’t her fault the place was so busy. He wondered were the manager or someone was. They normally didn’t allow newbies to be alone.

Finally, he and Novak were at the counter.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” she blew a strand of hair out of her eyes.

“Mocha,” Bam smiled sympathetically. She nodded and set about making it, while making at least three other drinks.
“Sweetheart, take your time. I know you’re rushed here. I don’t mind waiting thirty seconds.”

“You’d be the only one.” She rolled her eyes and Bam chuckled appreciatively. She finished the other three drinks and then went to go and make Bam’s. Novak was watching her closely. She
looked up, and one glance into those blue eyes told him who it was.

“I know you!” he cried.

“What?” she turned, her eyes going wide. She dropped the hot drink she was spilling, hot coffee pouring over her arm.
“Shit!” she gasped, her skin instantly turned red.

“Are you okay?” Bam asked.

“Ow, ow, ow, fuck, yeah, I’m okay.” She clutched her arm and ducked into the bathroom. Novak and Bam looked at each other and began to giggle. They wiped the smirks off their faces when she reappeared.
“Sorry, here,” she re-made Bam’s drink.

“You’re the girl from the party last night.” Novak continued.

“There are lots of girls who go to lots of parties.” She didn’t look at him as she rang up the coffee, making change from the register.

“But you’re the one who--.”

“No,” she cut him off. “I’m not the one who did anything.”

“C’mon Nudie,” his friend was tugging his hand. Novak felt his heart wrench as he followed his friend back to the car.
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