"It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom"

~Kelly Clarkson

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AVRIL'S POV

"Sorry excuse me, sorry, sorry, coming through," I said as I pushed through the crowd of people standing at the café to get to the line. As I got closer to the front line I searched for Hadid among those at the forefront on the line.

"Get back in line Lady!" I heard some angry waiting costumers yell out as I walked past them and doing myself a favour, I ignored them and kept walking.

I spotted my ginger—haired best friend at the second spot on the line and I walked over to where he was.

"For a moment I thought you changed your mind," he said with a little startled look.

I scoffed, "I'm not crazy yet."

The Royal café was one if not the best coffee makers in our little neighbourhood and just like me, a lot of others would like the taste of its heavenly coffee before beginning the day.

Most days there would be few people on the line and other days like today there would be a lot of people waiting in line.

We came here about thirty minutes ago and midway into our waiting, I remembered that I had forgotten the list of the volunteers for the Educate A Child which is being campaigned today. I had to go and get it not because it was important, but because some of our sponsors would be coming and this list will help us get together in order to meet and greet with them. I knew I had to go back home and since I had Hadid with me, I asked him to stay in my place until I return.

He stepped out of the line and lets me into his space, "I still don't know why you would rather have coffee than chocolate."

"Would you ever pick blue over pink any day?" I asked, my brow rising.

He rolled his eyes and argued, "This is different."

"Whatever you say, my Prince," I said, grinning from cheek to cheek.

The man in front of me collected his cup of coffee and walked away and it was my turn to order in front of the counter.

"Morning Marcel," I greeted the boy behind the counter.

"Morning Avril," he beamed at me, "the usual?"

"Yes," I nodded, "need energy for the big and hectic day ahead. If you got time after work today, maybe you could come and join the Educate A Child campaign/movement taking place, just #tag EAC and you will be notified with where we are."

"I will do that and thanks for informing me. Your coffee is coming up—"

"Right after he serves me."

I heard someone say and I turned around to see a tall, handsome, blonde—haired man in the blue suit says. There were two other men in black suits behind him wearing thick glasses and I almost rolled my eyes at the level of vainness that was present in the man standing beside me.

This was the first time and so it felt weird, but I developed a quick dislike for him with just staring at him that I was forced to look away for fear of saying something nasty.

I smiled at Marcel and placed my money on the counter, ignoring the nonsense the suited man had said earlier.

Marcel didn't pick my money which was the first and he turned to the man in a suit and asked him, "What can I get you?"

"This is not happening!" I exclaimed angrily, "I came first, most of us were here before he left his beautiful home," I made a hand gesture, clearly mocking his money, "so why does he get served before us? Because in an expensive suit? To hell with that, we are all loyal customers and I say to hell with that!"

"Yes, we should be served first!" Another man from behind chimed and a few others joined in.

I turned to Marcel with a daring look, "Serve him and we leave," I threatened, folding my hands over my chest.

"Sorry sir, but I've got to follow the order of the line, you should find the line," He picked up my money from the counter and began to make the usual for me. I didn't say anymore or even look at the man standing beside me as Marcel did his job.

"I could have this café close down just to spite you you know?" The man in suit muttered under his voice, but loud enough for me to hear it.

"Oh look at me, I'm scared and shaking because he's strong and rich and he's going to do horrible things to me because he has enough money to." I put up a little shivering act to go along with my words. "Too bad your money couldn't buy you the right attitude," I spat at him.

"And your poverty couldn't remove your arrogant."

I gasped and Hadid took a step forward but I put my hand on his chest to stop him, "I've got it," I tell him.

The man's brow rose as he glared at Hadid"What's your sexually confused friend hoping to prove, his manliness?"

"Here's the usual Ms Good," Marcel announced, handing me my change and a cup of coffee.

I collected the coffee and smiled at him before saying, "Thank you, Marcel."

We made our way out of the café and I turned to Hadid, "I'm sorry about what he said in there." I took his hand into mine.

He shook his head, "Don't be he knows nothing about me if he did, he'll know that I'm not confused about my sexuality."

That was true, Hadid might be a little feminine and a lover of pink, but he had always made it clear his preference in the sexes. I had always known he was different a little different from most guys I knew when growing up, but I respected him and loved him still.

Many occasions people have mistaken his fashion choice as being gay, and even his parent had once asked if he was gay or sexually confused, but he was neither, just a man with a different sense of fashion.

He was my best friend, always have been, and always will be. He'd been with me through my darkest moments and I, his. Stepping in to defend each other was not new to both of us, we've done it before and I don't think we'll ever stop trying to do it.

"Ms Good," the all too familiar voice called from behind and I inwardly scowled and turned to him.

"What do you want?" I said through gritted teeth, even as I turned to glare at him.

"Just your name, Ms Good. Shame a cute girl, with a cute name, has an ugly mouth."

I huffed and let Hadid go as I approached him, "This cute girl with an ugly mouth made your cute mouth surrender. Deal with that!"

I turned and began to walk away, not for once stopping to look at him. "I like you, Ms Good."

"It's the opposite feeling here!" I yelled back at him.

"I think he likes you," Hadid blurted out.

"I just put him in his place, he called me arrogant; how can you say that?"