DNF ONESHOTS/ IDEAS (:

1- french vanilla

AN
hello this is coffee au
this one is gonna b short, but i will be working more on tbat rn (:
hope u enjoy! <3

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RINNNNNNNNNNNNNNG

«FUCK, shit, fuck-«

that alarm will be the death of me. i hear commotion from the room beside me, realizing i probably woke up karl.

«sorry!- again..» this is the second time this week.

i roll out of bed with a grunt, squinting at the harsh sun. it would take some time getting used to the florida heat.

i put on my outfit for the day, nothing much, just a navy sweatshirt with mom jeans. i look at my small frame in the mirror with annoyance. id been trying to gain weight, see, and it hasnt been going very well.

my keys dangle in my hand as i walk out the front door. karl had probably fallen asleep again, he has a free day today. unlike me, who still has to wake up at ungodly hours for my morning shift.

wilbur looks up at the familiar sound of the bell jingling as i walk through the doors of The Craft.

«oh, hey george! just on time. could you take cashier duty today?» i hate cashier duty. but i say sure, because i know will has trouble with it.

the shift goes normally, until the breakfast rush. people going to work or school, in desperate need of caffeine. we earn good cash, sure, but its stressfull. im getting tipped a lot today, though, which is nice.

i hear the bell jungle once again after sorting the cash in our register. this time, i look up to see a blonde guy around my age. and i mean really look up. mans is tall.

he seems to be panting a bit though, and holds up a finger to me as a way of telling me to wait. i presume.

his hands are on his knees as he places his order. «one- pant- french- pant- vanilla,- pant-

this is when he finally seems to look at me, and pulls himself together a bit. is he blushing?

«uhm- please.» the blonde looks awkward, but i find it a bit endearing. though i wouldnt admit it. i repeat the order to wil, who immediatly starts making the blend.

«whats your name?» the blonde looks surprised at this. «uh-«

«for the order,» i smile at him. «oh, yeah, of course.» the guy somehow becomes even more flustered. «its-uhh, clay.» he says with a smile.

«clay,» i mutter as i write in on the cup. adding a smiley, naturally.

«drink here or to-go?» clay is quick to answer this time. «to-go, please, im late.» he laughs a bit at this, and so do i. clay lets out an exasparated sigh as he glances at the clock, though.

i hear him mutter a 'shit' under his breath just as wilbur hands him his coffee. «well, i, uh- bye george!» i feel a little flustered as he walks out, wondering hiw he knew my name. until i look down- name tag, of course.

still i cant help but smile at the thought of him coming back the next day, as i take the order of another customer.

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AN

this is v short sorry
idunno what to say?? ik i havent been updating and im sorry, also TYSM FOR 300 READS? WHAT THAT IS CRAZYYY

i am unworthy of ur love
ly - me