His brown eyes welled with tears.
"I..I'm...I'm so sorry. I..." I stuttered.
He smiled. "I'm just messing with ya." He laughed.
I blushed. My eyes wandered and I noticed the other members of My Chemical Romance standing right in front of me. I blushed even more.
"What can I get you guys?" I asked.
Frank ordered first, then an afro approached the counter and ordered. After Ray was Mike. Last was Gerard.
"I'll just take a latte." He shrugged. His black hair hung in his face.
"O-okay." I stuttered again.
I always thought that Gerard was the most attractive out of them all.
I got their orders together and handed them out. "Anything else?"
"Hmm...no I don't think so." Everyone shook their heads. "Thanks!" They chorused. They waved and left the coffee shop.
I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. My Chemical Romance was just in my coffee shop.
I served the rest of the customers and closed up shop. I checked my phone and had no new messages.
When I got to my Grandma's house she immediately woke up.
"Hey Nikki." She smiled.
"Hi gram." I smiled back.
"How was your day? You seem to be glowing."
"It was awesome. My favorite band came to the shop!" I squealed. "Ugh they're so handsome."
She laughed. "I bet. Oh speaking of handsome Chris stopped by today." I stopped fangirling. My eyes widened. "He was just telling me how you haven't visited him in a while. And you hung up on him! You don't have to sit with me all the time. Go spend some time with him."
I shook my head. "No. I'm staying here. I can't deal with him anymore." I kissed her head. "I'm going to sleep now gram. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night little one." She said as she drifted into unconsciousness.
I went back to my room and fell asleep thinking about My Chemical Romance.
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