Suddenly I woke up. I look at my phone and saw that is was only seven in the morning. I groaned and tried to fall back asleep.
No luck.. I got up and rubbed my tired eyes. I sighed and walked to my closet and got my favorite pair of white skinny jeans and one of my favorite shirt. I brushed my hair and straightened it, then put on my makeup for the day. I smiled at the mirror.
Okay stop, this doesn't make me any prettier..
I grabbed my black converse then walked out of my small apartment. I had no idea where I was heading, so I decided to go to the café and have a coffee.
Finally I got there, a weird curly hair boy greeted me behind the cash register. I put on a fake smile.
Oh my.. this guy is weird..
I gave him my order, he smiled and grabbed a cup and asked for my name.
"Megan." I said tiredly. He nodded his head and wrote my name on the cup and showed it to me.
"Like this?" Curly Boy asked. It was spelled M-E-G-H-A-N.
I gave him a weird look. "No. There's no H. But it's fine."
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" He quickly scribbled the name he wrote, and underneath it he wrote it the correct way I told him.
He just added a H. He didn't have to make a big deal out of it.. What a freak.
The Freak showed me the cup again with a grin on his face. I nodded my head in response with a small smile.
Then he made my coffee. About time..
I paid him and thanked him. Then I walked to tables where the straws and napkins and that are at.
Great no napkins. How nice.
I rolled my eyes and turned around quickly, then BAM! Someone's elbow hit me in the shoulder, making me spill my coffee on my pants.
My white favORITE PANTS.
"You idiot!!" I yelled looking down at my pants.
"I-I'm so so sorry!" A man replied.
I looked up. Oh look who it is! It's the Freak! In his hands were a ton of napkins.
He started wiping my pants for me.
"I can do it my self!!" I yelled snatching the napkins out of his hand. I rolled my eyes and cleaned up my pants.
Great.. I was left with a big brown stain on my pants.
"I'm Mika." Curly Boy blurted out to me.
So now this guy is trying to be friends with me?! What a freak!
I looked at his name tag. It clearly didn't say Mika at all. It read "Michael"
"Your name tag says Michael." I pointed out. The Freak doesn't even know his own name!
He rolled his eyes. "My boss forced me to use my birth name."
"So why are you called Mika?" I asked him.
"It's a long story. I'll have to tell you some other time." Mika replied while a customer stared yelling at him.
I nodded my head as he ran behind the counter and took the guys order. I threw away my leftover coffee and left the café.
First chapter! Hope you guys like it. Byeee Xx
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The Boy They Call Mika
FanfictionFor now on, he wouldn't be known as the boy who works at a café and spills coffee on people's pants. He would be known as Mika