Micheal's POV
Micheal couldn't believe it. He had actually gotten a job at the same place as Jeremy. Not that he would admit it to anyone else, but he didn't even really like coffee. He just went there to see Jeremy. And now he would see Jeremy every day without fail.
He was going to start tomorrow, so he needed to pick an outfit. He wanted to impress Jeremy. After sifting through his closet for a while, he finally came upon the perfect outfit. It was the sunglasses and red varsity jacket he had worn the first time he went to the coffee shop. he thought that it was kind of poetic. He sat down on his bed with a sigh. He didn't know why he liked Jeremy so much, they hadn't even really talked. What if he was secretly really mean? What if he didn't like british people?
There was no real way to tell.
He shrugged it off. There was nothing he could really do about it anyways.
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Micheal bolted awake. What time was it? His alarm hadn't gone off! He whipped around to look at his alarm clock. He had to be there in like five minutes! he tore off his sheets and ran to get dressed. He quickly threw on the outfit he had chosen yesterday and ran all the way to the cafe.
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Jeremy was standing and waiting not so patiently for Micheal to arrive. He had managed to get his hair to somewhat cooperate, and he was sipping a slushie, trying to be casual.
The doorbell jingled and he jumped, spilling his slushie all over himself.
"shit," he muttered, looking at his now likely stained beyond repair orange tank top. normally he wouldn't care, he has like fifteen of the same shirt, but Micheal was here! Speaking of which, Micheal was standing at the counter, staring at Jeremy. Micheal was out of breath and pretty sweaty. He had probably run all the way here.
"um, am I late?" Micheal huffed. Jeremy turned to look at the clock. Micheal was five minutes early.
"nah, you're good. and even if you weren't, phil doesn't care." Jeremy shrugged.
"yes I do!" phil called from his office.
"well, he doesn't notice, anyways." Jeremy grinned. Micheal smiled. Jeremy could feel his heart beating as they stared at each other.
"um, I think you have something on your shirt." Micheal said, trying not to laugh. Jeremy looked down at his dripping tank top, then back at Micheal.
"it's a fashion choice," he lied, trying to discreetly wipe off the cold slush.
"right." Micheal laughed. "Anyways, can you like, show me how to work here?"
Jeremy smiled. "oh for sure!" He started haphazardly flitting around the room, pointing out different things. He came to a stop in front of the slushie machine (paid for and installed by him).
"now, for the most important part of your training. I'm going to teach you how to make..." Micheal leaned in, listening closely.
"A MEKASLUSHIE!"
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the end for now bc i hafta go to music class
hope u enjoyed
cheese is gross
