(south park) coffee shop

chapter 1

Dylan walked up to the counter and ordered a black coffee and handed the cashiere his money, after five minutes dylan still hadnt recieved his coffee oh come on how difficult is it to make a damn cup of black coffee there isnt even anything in it!?

Mike was in the back just staring at the coffee machine wow he doesnt even recongnize me im not sure if thats a good thing or a bad thing. "where the hell is my coffee already?" the red goth yelled from the counter, mike jumped he almost forgot to make his coffee "s-sorry just give me a minute per-" he cut himself off if he said "per se" it would be very obvious to dylan who he was... Mike just finished making the coffee when he heard an exaggerated sigh he walked back to the counter and handed it the goth who just yanked it from his hand and sulked over to a table "you're welcome" mike said frustrated.The red goth just shot him a rude look and began playing on his phone well dylan is exactly how i last seen him mike thought with a frown. Ten minutes had passed before dylan got up crushed his paper coffee cup and carelessly tossed it into the trash before walking out the door. How had he not known it was me i mean "mike" is printed on my apron in bold letters, then again i am wearing a hat and i have no make up or piercings on for him to recognize my identity. Mike sighed for the tenth time that day and went over to wipe down the tables "i hate this job" the vamp boy mumbled.

Dylan was walking home that cashiere guy kinda looks familiar i feel like i know him from somewhere...i just cant figure out where though he just shrugged it off amd continued on his journey home. Once he reached his front door he dug through his book bag and looked for his key "well i guess im gonna have to climb through my window...again" he frowned before heading around to the side of his house and pulling himself through the window and gracelessly falling on to the floor "shit, maybe i should buy a keychain or something so i dont have to keep doing this" the goth muttered.

"mike your shifts over" his manager said as mike started to walk out the manager congragulated him on doing well for his first day on the job. As mike walked through the parking lot he tugged off his apron and pulled his hair out of the short ponytail and breathed a sigh of relief "well atleast the first day wasnt so bad" and he climbed into his car. The red goth was lazily watching his ceiling fan spin while listened to his music "i probally should have went to school today" dylan thought before laughing at the idea of him actually following conformist rules, he pulled out his phone and dialed henrietta "what did i miss at school today?" he smirked "ha you think i know? i was to busy sleeping to attend that crap" the girl retorted. Now a senior dylans mom hoped he would atleast try in school this year she still clung to the idea of him attending some conformist college. "hey wanna hang out at benny's later when michaels off work" dylan asked henrietta took a drag of her ciggerette before responding "yeah sure i'll tell him but for now i have to go pick up firkle from school" she said before saying goodbye and hanging up dylan threw his phone on his bed.

Mike finally got home from work he sleepily trudged to the door and unlocked it, "how was your first day sweetie?" his mother asked him mike sighed "it was okay", she frowned "do you want me to order pizza mikey?" the vamp boy smiled a little "sure mom" he said before heading up stairs to his bedroom and collapsing on to his queen size bed its going to be a long week.