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my everything : an elu coffee shop au (pt.3)

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III.

When Lucas returns to the coffee shop the next day, he frantically looks around the counter. He searches again, standing on his tiptoes behind the people in front of him to hopefully glimpse one inkling of messy brown hair and that gorgeous, gorgeous smile. But he can’t find it.

And with a heavy heart, Lucas realizes that Eliott isn’t here.

He reaches the front of the line, glum and annoyed, and he grumbles, fiddling with his sleeves. Imane raises an eyebrow at him expectantly.

“One noisette?” She asks, face indistinguishable.

And Lucas thinks, fuck it. “Who made my order last time?”

Imane looks at him like he'd suddenly started speaking Gaelic. “What?” And then suspiciously, “why?”

Lucas stammers out some excuse that he doubts Imane believes. “Because he’s not here? And my coffee was really good?”

Imane rolls her eyes, and Lucas thinks they might get stuck there. “Okay, listen up.” She leans forward. “That’s Eliott Demaury.” And then, she adds, rather smugly, “works on Monday’s, Thursday’s, and Friday’s. Sometimes Saturday’s.”

Lucas blushes but gives Imane an unimpressed look. “So … why’re you telling me this?”

And Imane matches him right back. “Don’t play me, Lucas.” And then, “are you buying coffee or not?”

Lucas looks at her like she’s crazy.

“Then get out of line.”

Lucas rolls his eyes. “Imane,” he whines. “So mean.”

Imane rolls her own and pushes him away. “Bye, Lucas. Come back Monday.”

IV.

On Monday morning, Lucas thinks he might go broke by his newest obsession with the coffee shop. He hasn’t got a job, and at this rate, he’ll be broke by the end of summer. At least then, school’ll start, and he doubts Eliott and Imane will still be working. Then he’ll be able to take a break and beg his dad for more money, which he probably won’t receive.

He walks up to the counter and smiles at Imane, placing a paper bag and pushing it towards her. “Here.”

Imane looks at the bag, eyebrows raised. Lucas thinks proudly to himself that she looks really, really suspicious. “What is it?” She opens it, then smiles, and the same bell rings in Lucas’ head. Five times. “Lucas!”

Lucas shrugs. “Apology for being grumpy. It’s lunch.”

And it’s so out of character, so utterly unexpected, that Lucas freezes, jaw-dropped, as Imane reaches over to give him a hug. “Coffee?”

“Who are you?” Lucas manages, confused.

Imane rolls her eyes. “Okay, enough. Coffee or not?”

Lucas takes the time to look around and catches Eliott’s piercing gaze from across the counter. He can’t help but smirk. “No,” he says. “But what about scones?”

Imane punches in the order to the register, and looks up at him expectantly. “Type?”

My type? Tall, messy hair, works at a coffee shop and goes by the name Eliott.

When Lucas doesn’t say anything, still busy staring at Eliott, she reverts right back to her normal expression. “Lucas. What type of scones?”

Lucas grins right at Eliott. “Blueberry. But with cinnamon, please.”

Imane startles him back to attention as she places her hands on the counter and leans forward. “What?” The way she’s staring at him makes Lucas feel like he’s sprouted a pair of horns, or something. “Okay, Lucas, you’ve been acting weird all day, but this is weird. Like, really, really weird.” She turns to see Eliott approaching, and raises an eyebrow. “Can you believe this guy?”

Idiot, she means.

But then Eliott starts laughing, and Lucas stares at him, entranced. Eliott laughs with his whole being, eyes scrunched up, beaming smile, stature lightly bent over. And when he speaks, his eyes land on Lucas, and Lucas only. “Sounds shady, no?”

Lucas thinks he’s going to die.

Imane looks at Lucas, then Eliott, then back at Lucas. If Lucas had any qualms about whether Eliott was smirking or not, he is completely certain about Imane. The expression across her face is clearly a smirk. And a smug one.

Imane gives one last look at Lucas, takes his money and pushes it in the register, then grabs the paper bag he’s given her and walks into the back room.

Lucas takes his time to walk over to the other side of the counter, only to lean against it. Eliott’s already spreading cinnamon icing atop one blueberry scone, perking up as Lucas saunters over.

“You’re here,” Eliott says, cheerfully. He steps closer to Lucas, scones forgotten on the table. “I was hoping I’d see you again.”

Lucas laughs, and his grip against the counter tightens. If Eliott keeps saying things like this, Lucas will go into cardiac arrest. He also thinks if he lets go of the counter, he just might melt on the spot. “I’m not here for you,” is what he ends up saying, and he smacks himself for it later. “I’m here for the scones.”

“Oh,” Eliott says, raising a brow. “Of course you are.” He turns around to grab the scones, a devilish smirk on his face as he shoves them toward Lucas, winking. “See you.”

And Lucas stands there with his scones, shock written all over his face. He whirls around and heads back towards the same window seat, doing his best to focus on the arithmetic glaring up at him.

Hours later, and he’s slamming his head against his summer assignments when Eliott slides a coffee cup towards him.

“For you,” Eliott says, leaning against Lucas’ countertop table. He’s still towering over Lucas, biting his lip as he looks at the papers Lucas has been trying so hard to make disappear over the past hour. “You should take a break,” Eliott remarks.

Lucas only smiles, sighing. “I wish. But,” he motions to his assignments scattered across the table, “no luck.”

Eliott hums, then takes back the coffee cup he’d so graciously offered Lucas and wheels back to the counter. Lucas stares after him, confused.

“Wait,” Lucas calls, heartbroken because he wants that coffee, and did he say something wrong? Instead of figuring out what’s going on, he flushes and keeps his head down, eyes burning holes into the math problems he just can’t seem to figure out.

Minutes later there’s a tap on his shoulder, and Eliott is holding two paper cups of coffee, grinning. He’s wearing a jacket and black hoodie this time, instead of the t-shirt and apron Lucas is so accustomed to seeing him wearing.

“Don’t you dare take those back,” Lucas whispers.

“Come on,” Elliot’s fingers wrap around Lucas’ wrist and tugs him out of his chair. “We’re going.”

Lucas can’t speak. He can’t even bring himself to function because Eliott’s fingers are all over his wrist and he’s going into overdrive. “Where,” he finally manages to breathe, staring up at Eliott with eyes that he hopes aren’t too blissful.

“Out.” Elliott hands Lucas his coffee, and Lucas thinks quietly that the warmth of the coffee doesn’t feel as nice as the warmth that used to be around his wrist.

Lucas feels his heart sink as he looks back at his stuff. “I can’t just leave —“

And just when he needs her, Imane is there. She smirks, setting down a reserved sign atop his table. “Yes, you can.”

Lucas is beyond confused. “What?” He says, voice weak. And Lucas feels so weak because he’s overcome with all these feelings and nearly all of them are about Eliott, standing beside him.

Imane winks at Eliott, then finger salutes Lucas as she walks back to her post at the register. “Thanks for the lunch, Lucas.”

Eliott is beaming beside him and he bounds toward the door, holding it open. “Coming?”

Lucas nods blindly and follows, grinning. “If I have to.”

I’d follow you anywhere.

They walk out the coffee shop and into the streets, and Lucas laughs as Eliott jumps up to the raised curb and swings himself around the turn in the sidewalk with his arm wrapped around the lamp posts. Despite it being summer, it’s a rather cold day.

Lucas turns to look at Eliott. “Where’re we going?”

Eliott shrugs, eyes twinkling. “I don’t know. Wherever we want.”

Apparently, ‘wherever we want’ is wherever Eliott Demaury wants, because Lucas clearly suggested the ice cream parlor, and Eliott shook his head, grinning at Lucas with that stupid smile that he knows Lucas can’t resist. And then he’d grabbed Lucas’ hand and pulled him across the street, running with the wind blowing through their hair and stinging their eyes.

When they enter the nearby park, they keep walking, side by side, until they reach a place where Eliott decides to stop.

“We’re here?” Lucas crosses his arms. He gazes up at Eliott with a grin. “I still think we should’ve stopped for ice cream. We’re in the middle of like, nowhere.”

Eliott snorts. He points up, raising his eyebrows. “Up there.”

And Lucas nearly dies. “No. No way.”

Eliott chuckles, nimbly hoisting himself up the tree. Once he’s settled on the branch, he reaches a hand out to Lucas. “Coming?”

Lucas breathes in, then looks back up at Eliott. He must look terrified, because Eliott softens, tilting his head while gazing at Lucas with that same unfamiliar expression. But it feels nice. It feels warm.

“I won’t let you fall,” Eliott says.

“I’m not worried about falling,” Lucas lies, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Eliott raises an eyebrow and Lucas sighs. “Okay, okay, maybe a little.”

Eliott’s hand remains hanging in the air between them, and Lucas thinks of all the paths that’ve led up to this moment. One Lucas’ for sure still sitting in the coffee shop, working on that god-awful arithmetic, and another Lucas’ probably sitting and playing video games at Yann’s. And he’s sure there’s another Lucas out there, who’s refusing to step foot up the tree. But dimly, Lucas hopes he’s the one who dares to climb up and reach for Eliott.

“Coming?”

Lucas nods, then reaches for Eliott’s hand, using his other hand to scramble up the trees, pushing himself up with his feet. And when he sits next to Eliott on the branch, he feels Eliott’s hands steadying his shoulders.

“You okay?”

Lucas laughs. “Never better.” And it’s half true, as he doesn’t want Eliott’s hands to ever leave him. He peeks a look down at the ground and covers his eyes. “Ah, fuck.”

Eliott tilts up Lucas’ chin, then lets his hand fall back to his side. “I find it better to not look back.”

Lucas furrows his eyebrows. “Hm?”

“Don’t look down.”

“That makes me want to look down even more.”

“Well, don’t.”

“Why not?”

Eliott pouts. “Well, don’t you want to look at me?”

And Lucas feels his stomach fluttering, and he nearly falls. He latches his hands onto Eliott’s shoulder, steadying himself, and he blatantly realizes that he can feel Eliott’s chest shaking from laughing and he’s so warm, so warm.

Lucas can’t help his own laughter and everything feels so right, being up here with Eliott. He tucks this memory away and fiercely thinks to himself that right now, he never wants to leave.

When Lucas sneaks a glance back at Eliott, Eliott’s eyes are closed, his head tilted up towards the sky. Lucas looks at the way Eliott seems so serene, so peaceful, and he has to stop his heart from bursting as he looks at the hollow of his cheekbones and the way the sides of his lips are bunched up like he’s trying to suppress a smile. And then those blue-gray eyes flash open, and Eliott’s smirking. “Enjoying the view?”

Shit.

Lucas raises an eyebrow. “I was, actually.” Lucas feels a rush of pride at the way Eliott nearly blushes, obviously not expecting that. “But there’s this big oaf who’s rudely blocking the Tour d’Eiffel —“

Eliott pokes him in the side, laughing. “Fuck, you’re so mean! You couldn’t let me have my moment?”

Lucas grins, staring up at Eliott like he’s his whole world. And in a way, he is. “Nope.”

Yes.

When Lucas walks back to the coffee shop with Eliott to get his stuff, he says hello to Imane and smiles so brightly that Imane fixes him with the strangest look possible.

“Oh, sorry,” Eliott says, “we’re closing up?”

Imane nods, tossing him the keys. “You are. I’m out of here.”

Lucas thinks to himself that he really, really owes Imane. If this is what happens when he brings Imane lunch once, he’s going to bring her lunch again. And again.

The doors of the coffee shop shut, and Eliott looks around. “I guess it’s just us now. I’ll just clean up real quick.” He heads back behind the counter, out of sight. “You can go if you want.”

Lucas shrugs, hopping up on the counter and swinging his legs. He fiddles with the edge of his hoodie, shivering into it. He’s not going to leave, not unless Eliott actually kicks him out.

When Eliott finally emerges from the back room with a rag, his eyes widen as he sees Lucas. “You’re still here?”

Lucas shrugs again. “Don’t have anywhere else to go.” He freezes, breath caught in his lungs. “I mean, I meant, I don’t have anywhere else to be. At the moment.”

Eliott looks at Lucas for a while, running his fingers across his lips, contemplating. And then he turns, wiping crumbs off the counter.

“Need any help?” Lucas asks, anything to break the silence. It’s unlike him to feel so nervous, and he doesn’t know why he keeps pulling at his fingers and his sleeves.

“No,” Eliott looks back up. “Just sit there and look pretty.”

“Shut up,” Lucas laughs, pulling out his phone. He scrolls through the notifications, and dimly realizes that he doesn’t have Eliott’s phone number. He looks up at Eliott, pondering. And then he shakes his head, scrolling back through his phone.

A notification unfolds from the top of the screen because Yann’s texted him, and he opens up his messages to see a string of chats between him and the rest of the boys.

The message is clear. All three are wondering why he’s been at the coffee shop the entire day instead of playing video games at home. And all three think he’s hooked up with the mysterious, hot barista.

He sighs, typing out a message.

Lucas: I’m fine. We’re just talking.

He shuts off his phone and slips it back into his pocket. Lucas looks at the paintings hanging above the coffee shop, and he hums as Eliott stares momentarily at the one with the clouds and the sea.

“What would it take for you to go to an art museum with me?” Eliott asks out of the blue, turning to look at Lucas. He hums, thinking to himself. “Actually,” he chuckles, “that wouldn’t work.”

Lucas has a stroke of boldness, and he shakes his head. “I’d go,” he says. “But only if you promised to make out with me and hold my hand.”

What.

He blinks. He doesn’t know why he said that.

Fuck. He needs to disappear. Like now.

Eliott’s eyes widen, and he pauses, stunned. Then he walks closer, smirk building at the corners of his lips. He’s standing right in front of Lucas, hands falling to land on either side of the smaller boy. “Hm. As much as I’d love to, I told you it wouldn’t work.” Eliott smiles sweetly. “They said not to touch the masterpieces. And you, baby, are definitely a masterpiece.”

Oh my god. He didn’t.

Lucas squeaks. Every ounce of him is on fire, burning with Eliott’s words and his gaze, and right now they’re so close that Lucas can see all the small flecks of blue in his beautiful eyes. “You’re the masterpiece,” is all he can manage, looking down at his shoes. He can’t look up at Eliott as he says it and thinks it’s strange that he’s speaking to the grubby tiles and his scuffed shoes.

Eliott tilts Lucas’ head back up, gazing softly at him. And Lucas is met again with those brilliant eyes. “You’re adorable. Did you know that?” Eliott’s words wash over Lucas, and he’s about to actually melt until he registers exactly what’s been said.

Oh, fuck no.

And then he brings his knees up, blocking Eliott from moving forward.

“Adorable? I’m a fucking masterpiece.” Lucas glares, affronted. “Don’t touch.”

It completely ruins the moment, and Eliott falls away from the counter, doubling over with laughter. He’s smiling so hard it looks like he’s brimming with happiness, and he leans against one of the coffee tables, chuckling. “Are you always so mean?”

Lucas sticks his chin up and stares up at Eliott, raising his eyebrows. “Keep hanging out with me, and you’ll see.”

“Ah,” Eliott hums, reaching to mess with a strand of Lucas’ hair. “I just might.”

“And,” Lucas adds, boldly, “don’t use cheesy pick-up lines.”

Eliott merely winks.

Lucas leaves the coffee shop that night with a promise of art museums and the lingering regret of an almost kiss. If only he’d managed to keep his damn mouth shut. But then he remembers the way Eliott messed with his hair, and he doesn’t really regret a thing.

part four

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