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honey, im gay

Joshua's pov

I'm pouring the chocolate sauce onto the sides of the cup while Ethan and Mark are fucking around behind me.

"Dude!" I yell as one bumps into me, making me drop the cup.

"Fuck sorry man." Ethan said.

"Whatever." I mummble, rolling my eyes.

I throw the cup away and grab a new one out and start it all over again. Those douche bags are lucky there wasn't any fucking coffee in the cup yet.

The front door bell rings and I clear my throat, signaling to Dumb and Dumber it's time to do their jobs. I look over my shoulder and see a jet-black haired man walk to the counter.

"What can I get you today?" Ethan asks.

"Yeah, can I have an iced coffee with that blueberry shit and 4 'n 4, please?"

"Okay, that'll be $4.56 please." Ethan replied.

"Sure." I heard change dance together and the register pop open.

Ethan walks over to me and starts preparing the guys' coffee.

"Aye, you're single right?" He asks.

"Uh, yeah? Why?"

"I have a cousin-"

"No." I cut him off and walk away, the finished coffee in my hand.

"Kyle?" I call out. In a few seconds a man jogs up to me to get his coffee. "Have a good day, sir."

He thanks me and goes about his day.

I go to turn around but the black haired man stops me. "Hey, have we met before?" He asks.

"Uh, I don't think so." I chuckle.

"Are you sure? I could've sworn I've met you before."

"Just have a common face, I guess." I nervously laugh.

"Yeah, I guess." He pauses to grab his coffee. "Sorry, about that, you have a good day..." He reads my name tag. "Joshua." I swear I saw his face changes three different expressions in a matter of .3 seconds.

I give him a confused look and nod. "Yeah, you too man."

He smiles and walks off, leaving the store. Well that was fucking weird.

"Aye, Josh!" Mark calls me, pulling my attention away. "Me, Ethan and Seán are going out to the bar tonight, you wanna come with?" He asks.

Yeah, I totally want to get drunk at a bar with three people I loathe entirely.

"Sure, why not." Fuck you Josh.

"Sweet, just meet us there at 7." He smiles.

Really? Getting drunk at 7? We have to work tomorrow for crying out loud!

Did I just fucking say that?

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"1...2...3!" Seán yelled.

Mark, Ethan and I shoot our heads back and down the little bit of whiskey in the small glass.

"Gross." Ethan said, making a face and sticking his tongue out.

"You're jus' sayin' that b'cause you're a quivering puthy. Pussy. Fuck." Mark slurred.

I laugh at the drunken men next to me, God I hate them.

"Josh!" Seán yelled, once a-fucking-gain. "Hey! You're single, right?"

What the fuck is up with everybody and my love life? God damn.