5SOS One Shots

Coffee Shop Poison - Michael Clifford

A/N: Hey, um so I know I already have one like this but hey oh well it's different but idk I just kinda came up with it and bam there you go. I'm sorry this isn't making any sense, its 3am right now... Oops... Anywhore... Here it is...

(Effy and Michael at the top^)
(if you know who Effy is then ILY)

Michael's P.O.V

The smell of coffee hit me in the face like a brick as I entered the coffee shop I had been working in for almost 2 years. I made my way behind the counter, tossing my bag in the back room and grabbing my Starbucks apron as I pulled it over my head and tied it behind my waist.

"Oh hey Mikey, I'm leaving now, I'll see you tomorrow yeah?" My co-worker Laura said tiredly, before leaving. I sighed, leaning against the counter behind me, it was completely empty, I mean who in their right mind would come to Starbucks at 1:32am on a Friday night? I usually get a bunch on pissheads, come in for a coffee or two, trying to sober up before going home to their nagging wives. As if on queue, the girl with the dark purple hair and black boots walked in, her makeup dark and her hair perfectly messy. She comes in every Friday at this time, always, never a second late. She only started coming her about two months ago, the poor girl was only about sixteen, family troubles I had guessed . She wore a grey tank top, pointless in my opinion, I mean clothes are for coving your body, which her clothes never seemed to do, some fishnet tights and booty shorts, covered by her tank top, multiple beaded necklaces hanging from her neck and paired with her usual black DM boots.

"Hi, my name's Michael, what would you like?" I asked in my Australian accent, running a hand through my red hair.

"I'll have a white hot chocolate with one shot of vanilla and one and a half of caramel." She looked me in the eyes as she told me what she wanted, stars in her blue sapphires. She said it like she had rehearsed it 12 times in her head before she got here. Another thing I had noticed was that she ordered the exact same thing every time, I already knew what she wanted before she came in.

I chuckled to myself, grabbing a large cup and writing down her order, she was the only one in here, but I still asked for her name, I wanted to get to know her.

"Can I take your name?" I looked up at her, biting my lip.

"Effy."

I didn't write her name, I wrote a message for her, she's simply the definition of beauty.

Instead of writing her name, I wrote;
'You're beautiful Effy, you should come in more often' I also drew a heart and I smiled up at her, as I began to make her drink.

Once her drink had been made, I grabbed the lid and slid the cup over to her, smiling as she looked up at me, her daring gaze meeting mine. She looked down and her cup, reading the message, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I'm not beautiful, I'm poison." She stated, turning around and sauntering out, swaying her hips as she glanced over her shoulder and licked her lips, right before walking out the door. She always left me breathless.