My sister Kessie and I own Beach Bar. Beach Bar is an outside smoothie bar that everyone comes to after the beach. Our house was right next to it which made it easier to get up for work every morning. Kessie and I didn't always work there though, but for the past month, we had no choice but to. Our parents died in a car crash two months ago which left us to pay for everything. The only reason we got through this was because we had each other. People say twins have a special bond and it's true, me and Kessie are inseparable.
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"Hi, I'm Pope. I'm here for the job interview." he told the girl with a huge grin on his face.
Kessie shook his hand, "Hi, yes! I'm Kessie. I just have to wait for my sister, she's running a bit late."
I limped holding the side of my hip walking up to Beach Bar. Four people sat on the stools staring at me, I rolled my eyes giving them a nasty look. I pulled a cigarette out from my bag and lit it, "Hi, I'm Y/N. I'll be doing your interview." I mumbled and shook Pope's hand.
The boy looked extremely nervous and kept stuttering, "I just wanted to start off by saying I'm so sorry about-"
I cut him off and pushed myself up on the counter, "Can you make a smoothie?" he nodded his head yes.
"Great then you're hired!" Kessie exclaimed and clapped her hands together.
Pope thanked us and put on the apron we gave him that said "Beach Bar est. 2012". His four friends sitting on the stools clapped and patted him on the back.
I slowly got down from the counter, groaning in pain. Kessie turned to me with a concerned look, "What's wrong Y/N?" I looked away, pretending I didn't hear her. I grabbed my bag and ran to the bathroom. I quickly shut the door and locked it. As I slid my back down against the door, I heard a cough.
"Oh my god. I didn't know anyone was in here I am so sorry." I apologized to the blonde haired boy sitting on the counter with a blunt in his hand.
He shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry about it. I'm JJ, and you're Y/N right?"
I shook my head yes then put my bag down grabbing my side in pain again. "Are you alright?" JJ looked at me, lifting eyebrow.
I slid off t-shirt revealing my bikini. I turned to him and took off a taped piece of plastic from my hip. I had got a tattoo earlier in the day of two butterflies. And the reasoning to my groaning and limping was because the one butterfly was exactly on my rib, which was the worst pain I'd ever felt.
He jumped off the counter and came closer, "Holy shit. That's so sick."
"This is gonna sound really weird. But will you put a new bandage on it for me? I have a few in my backpack and tape."
JJ reached down into my backpack and grabbed out a bandage and tape. I stood in front of the mirror with my arm above my head. He carefully brought his hand to my waist and looked up at me. I wrapped my hand on his neck for support. JJ gently put the bandage on and taped it.
