Book of One Shots

The Barista//Vikklan

(Let's just imagine they are all in England right now, okay? Oh and this was requested by @/spoopyendergirl on tumblr)
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'Hey man, wanna meet up at Starbucks to chat? Maybe think about starting a new series or something?' My phone buzzed, appearing with a message from Rob on the screen.

'Sure, mate! See you there in 15!' I hit the blue send button and threw on my jacket, waking out to my car in the freezing cold British air. Rob and I were generally good friends, so to speak. We've had a few arguments, but nothing too serious-- who would win a pvp match, who is better at Super Smash Brothers, etcetera.

~3rd Person~

They, the Canadian and the Aussie, had always been superb friends-- always having each other's backs, making one another laugh or giggle; The only trouble they had was finding love. Lachlan, being so loud and rambunctious, would end up scaring the potential spouse away. His flirty attitude caused him to get chicks, but he had one problem with that- most of them ended up just using him for his money, his good looks, and then take off, never to be seen again. Rob, on the other hand, was too shy to get anyone. He had an outstandingly wonderful personality, yet it would never shine until he warmed up to said person, knowing them as more of an acquaintance or friend than a mere stranger.

Lachlan walked smoothly into Starbucks, looking around for his friend, who was not there yet. He set his coat down at a nearby table and went to go order a coffee. The Aussie was confronted at the register by a young male, probably about his age, with hazelnut brown skin and black hair sweeping across his forehead.

"Hey there, handsome. What brings you here today?" Lachlan ran a hand through his own golden locks of hair, watching the other male giggle. Was this scrub trying to flirt with him?

"I, uh, work here..... My name's Vikk by the way... And you?" How is one supposed to act in one of these situations?

"Oh, I forgot! Could I get a grande peppermint mocha, hold the whipped cream? And my name is Lachlan, by the way. But you can call me tonight." Lachlan winked ever so slightly at the male in front of him. He handed the barista a small sheet of paper, his number scribbled on it.

"I-Uh.... Thanks, Lachlan." Vikk rushed off preparing the concoction, mixing this and that, and then holding the whipped cream, as he was asked.

"L-Lachlan?" He scanned the café for the tall blonde male, and it wasn't too difficult to do. He sat at a table, talking to another male possibly a little bit older, his hair black and skin fair, black scruff covering his face. The Brit repeated the attractive guy's name many times, the other not even glancing. He just wanted to tell him his drink was ready.

"Lachlan?" His words were more annunciated this time, speaking a bit louder. Still, the male didn't acknowledge him, so he did what he needed to do; the drink was getting cold by this point. He walked over to Lachlan, the drink in his hand.

"Uh, here's your drink, Lachlan," the male grabbed the cup, gesturing for Vikk to follow him.

"Thanks for my coffee by the way." Lachlan poured some half & half into his hot drink, swiftly stirring it with a thin wooden stick. This caused the tiniest shade of red to creep up to his face, flashing a small smile.

"Aww, you're adorable by the way," the Australian put his arms in the other male's shoulders and pecked his cheek lightly, the butterflies in the shorter's stomach attempting to fly away.

"S-Sa-Same to you," Vikk was truly being honest, not feeling as shy as he was before, although he was still shaken by the action. After all, Lachlan was actually very attractive.

"Lachlan! We should get going!" Rob yelled across the room, waving his arms back and forth in the air. The blonde boy let out a huge sigh.

"Oh, it seems as though I have to get going. You'll call me later tonight, right, babe?" He rested his arm on Vikk's shoulder.

"Sure, Lachlan." His heart was pounding rapidly. Suddenly, Lachlan planted a kiss on the other's lips, meaning for it to just be a small thing, yet the shy one had different plans. Just as they were about to pull away, Vikk snaked his arms around Lachlan's shoulders, pulling Lachlan into him, sparks flying as though it was the Fourth of July. They were fireworks.

"Lachlan? We should get going now," Rob stated, a bit of annoyance hinted in his voice.

"Well, talk to you tonight, Vikk," Lachlan blew Vikk one last kiss before departing, leaving the once-shy-towards-the-Aussie barista alone, having to get back to work. But the whole time, all he could think about was Lachlan- his hair, his eyes, his personality, the way his mouth tasted of peppermint, all of him. He even made the mistake to writing 'Lachlan' on some of the cups, making him have to grab a different cup to pour their drinks in. Vikk yearned for Lachlan. Lachlan yearned for Vikk. As soon as the barista returned home, he did as told, and called the number on the slip of paper he received earlier that day.
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Although their fireworks might've went off too soon, three years later, they were still together. And Vikk, the little old shy Brit, was no longer shy. And although Lachlan was very very flirty, he promised to only flirt with Vikk, which he absolutely hated about 99% of the time.
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If it wasn't for the duo meeting at that coffee shop, they would've never gotten married 6 years later, promising to never leave the other's side.

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