I Love Toast

Philadelphia!!! :D

LEFT YOU
FALLING ON THE FLOOR.
HEADED FOR THE DOOR, WENT STRAIGHT TO PHILADELPHIA!

(Couldn't resist.)

*Brina's POV*
My best friend, Amanda, is coming to New York in a bit. Well, she should be here any minute. She actually lives in Ohio, but it's for a good reason. She works and all too.

Amanda (Loopy) and I have actually been friends for much longer than Murr and I. We are like sisters.

The reason why Loopy is coming down is because Murr is going over to Philadelphia for a week to check on her cousin. I heard he was sick and she wanted to see him.

I hear the buzzer from my speaker being pressed quite repeatedly. Loopy.

"Haillooo?" I ask through the box thingy.

"Beeeaan." I hear Loopy call me.

Bean is a nickname I got stuck with since I was born.

I buzz her in only to see my door being frantically flung open a minute later.

"Heyy!!" Loopy yelled. I yelled back.

"So what, did Murr already leave?" She asked looking around.

I nod, "We get to have some fun."

After giving Murr a ring to check on her, we decide to go to the mall and walk around and talk to eachother.

Then there's Daniel.

"Is he stalking you or something still?" Amanda leans over to talk as Daniel makes his way towards us.

"Mhmm." I nod.

"Hey," He kind of talks like a stoner.
"What are you two trouble makers doing here?"

We roll our eyes as he smiles at us. Why can't he just leave us be?

"Don't be so salty." He nudges us.

"We have to be somewhere, you know." Amanda stares at him.

It seemed like forever before he finally left. So after a little while, we left and went back to my apartment. Since I didn't have to work for a while, I could stay up with loopy. Well, I could go to work any time, but Larry told me I didn't have to.
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Now the week is up and Amanda went back to shitty Ohio, Murr came back, blah blah blah.

Yay, work now! Toast! Starbucks! Larry!...?

"Welcome to Starbucks, how may I help you?" I look up at the customer.

"Just a French vanilla cappuccino, please." He said.

"Ya, of course, would that be all?" I smile until his cheesy pick up line.

"It would be.. Unless you're on the menu?"

I roll my eyes, "Murr, French vanilla!"

"My name is Matt, by the way." He tries to smile.

I sigh, "That's nice. You're coffee, child, be ready in a minute." Child.. Lmao, he was clearly in his late twenties.

I then examined this thin, squinting guy. His short, dark hair, full of gel, but not overloaded. His thick eyelashes covering his ocean blue eyes, that popped out with vivid color, every time he would blink. His lashes didn't have to fall far, for he was one to have slit eyes.

"Hi," Murr looked at him then me, "French vanilla." She handed me his coffee so I could hand it to him.

"Two beautiful girls in the same café? They might want to be careful, that can cause trouble." He laughed after paying for his drink.

"You're a honey, but enjoy your diabetes to come. I have work to do here." I turned around to head to the back.

He never seemed to look offended and that's what was so spooky about him. Maybe I let a bit of smile peek through my tight lips, only not enough for me to realize.

Usually those people would end up stalking you and cutting your fingernails with their teeth or something whilst you slept.

Or maybe the kind that snuck in your apartment to neatly organized your kitchen cabinets and rearranged your furniture in hopes you'll wake in the morning to notice the comfortable suggestions they provide with their home living.

It may sound like I know what I'm talking about, but I swear it's not from personal experience, whatsoever.

Movies. Let's blame movies.
And perhaps Wattpad.

Damnit Murr, it's all your fault!