Bittersweet (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4

Alright guys.

Un-edited

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It's been two days since my memories consumed me. Since then, I haven't left the house and Scott had taken those days off from work to be with me.

I love my brother and I appreciated what he did for me, but I first rejected the idea of him doing so. He didn't need to miss work. I would have been just fine.

Of course that was a lie.

During these last two days, I have finally gotten back to being my usual, though still shy, self. And because of this, I will be heading back to work.

The cafe/ bakery I work at is called Bittersweet. I absolutely loved it there.

The walls were lined with books so when you decided to eat something from there you can grab a book and read. Once finished, you would put the book back on the shelf, and leave.

It was so great! The uniform was even better!

The uniform consists of black pants, I just usually wear my black skinny jeans, a blue shirt with the company's logo in cursive across it, or a book shirt, and a cupcake head band. Usually only the Girls wear the headbands, but I like it so I took one as well.

Dressed officially in my uniform, I put my head band in my bag to put on at work. I may like it and all, but some people judge way too harshly and are rude, so I only wear it when I'm actually at the cafe.

Grabbing my coat and a scarf, considering it was still fall outside, I made my way out the door.

Scott had already left earlier this morning after I had a push him out the door, or at least crowd him to it until he REALLY got the point to go.

The breeze picked up as I made my way down the street. I pulled my scarf over my now tinted red nose. I love Fall, the colors just make everything so pretty.

And that's how I ended up late for work. I took too much time admiring the leaves and their contrast amongst other things that I totally forgot about the time.

When I finally walked trough the front doors of the cafe, people began to stare.

Of course! Of course people wouldn't mind their own business. Nope, they all just gazed at me as if waiting for everything to repeat itself. Well, it's not happening. Nope.

Shrinking under the pressure, I quickly walked to the back where employees kept their things and the boss's office was. Gathering up my courage, I knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Reaching for the door knob, I turned it and pushed the door in, keeping my eyes fixed on the ground.

"Oh, Dexter! It's nice to have you back! Why don't you go up the cash register and start working for today? Hmm?" His far was bright and happy. Wait, weren't we going to talk about what happened.

"Sir, I'm sorry for all the commotion I-" I started in, but he cut me off.

"You have nothing to apologize about. Just get out there and do your best, alright?"

To say I was shocked was an understatement. He was just going to let me go without a warning or anything after the commotion I caused.

I quickly regained my senses.

"Thank you, Sir and okay." I replied with a smile. I'm just half that I didn't have to go through such a awkward meeting with him and that he was so understanding about everything.

Nodding to him I made my way out of his office and took my bag towards my hook on the wall, hanging it up, I took the head band out of it and placed it on my head. With that done, I headed out to the front of the cafe to get on my register.

"Glad to see you're back, Dex." Shana ( pronounced Shawn-Nah) said to me with a smile from the other register.

"It's good to be back." I replied to her with a smile of my own.

A cleared throat interrupted our smiling as I turned back to face the cafe, only to see one if the hottest people I've ever seen in front of me.

He had brown hair, a bit long, but spiked up. He was tall, but not big and muscular. He was lean, kind of like s swimmer with a bit if muscles. His cheek bones were high and moles dotted his pale skin, but his eyes, now they were beautiful.

His eyes were this whiskey color thy shined when caught in any light. Oh god, he was beautiful.

"Hey." he said.

"H-hi." I stuttered back. "Anything I can get you?"

"Hmm what's good around here?" He asked me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"U-um the triple chocolate chip cookies are good." I say, trying to control my rising heart beat.

"Okay then, how about I get two of those." He smiled at me and swear to god it was like looking at a god.

"Yeah, I'll be right back with them." I quickly turned around a stumbled my way over to the cookies shelving. reaching up on my tiptoes, I grabbed two of he cookies with a napkin like he asked.

Turning I the side to grab a bag, I turned my head to glance at him only to find him raping me with his eyes. They were glued to my bubble butt... Until I made a small noise of surprise. Then his eyes were back on my face.

I turned back to he bag and grabbed it, putting the cookies inside.

Hand shaking I gave it to the incredible man before me.

He paid for them, but didn't leave the counter.

"It's seems I have a problem." He stated and hen looked to Shana who was watching everything going on between us with a devilish smile.

"W-what's the problem?" I asked him.

"Well," he said. "I have two cookies and no one to share the other with. How about you and I go to a table right over there and you vs have the other!" He exclaimed as if he didn't think of this while purchasing two cookies.

For the first time, I wasn't afraid of a man. I actually wanted to do this, but I had work. I couldn't just ignore that.

"I would, but-"

I was going I finish my sentence when I was, for the second time today, cut off.

"Go!" Shana practically shouted at me, almost desperately. "Go,go! I'll watch your register. Go have the cookie."

The man I almost forgot was there smiled brightly.

"Thank you!!" The man smiled and then motioned for me to follow him over to the table.

Oh, god. What did I get myself into?!

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There you go :)
Dyaln O'Brien as 'the man' in the story.

I have an obsession with him. Deal with it.