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deux

Bea groaned from behind Michael, her feet were hurting and Michael was only laughing at her. She had begged him for a piggy back but he only shook his head and told her to bulk up, which in turn made Bea throw her empty cup at the back of his purple head.

There are times - and this is one of those times - where she wish she had a car, because she had already walked two miles and god knows how much her and Michael have been walking. She could feel the back of her ankles burning from her Doc's rubbing against them, even through the socks she was wearing. She knew it was red and if she didn't get her piggy back now, she was going to get blisters.

"Mikey, please!" She begged, tugging at the back of his flannel.

"Give me one good reason why I should give you a piggy back ride?"

"Because my feet are hurting!"

"We only have probably five more minutes, you can deal with it can't you?" He asked, looking back at her with a smirk. Even though he would probably cave if she asked again.

"Please!" She tried once more, "I'll do anything!"

"Will you give me a blowjob?" He joked, knowing the reaction he would get out of Bea.

"Michael! Absolutely not!" She shrieked, appalled that he would even bring up that suggestion.

"I was only joking bumble Bea," he chuckled, pulling her under his arm. "But get on." He stopped smiling down at her. Bea's lips grew into a huge smile and she immediately went to jump on Michael's back.

"Thank you so much!" She giggled, kissing Michael's cheek.

"Not a problem, bumble Bea." He said, holding onto her legs.

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"You brought me to a Starbucks?" Bea looked at Michael questionable. Now Bea didn't hate Starbucks, because she would get it every once in a while. Not very often though, because it wasn't her favourite.

"Luke wanted to meet here," Michael shrugged opening the door for Bea. "And don't worry, I'll get you whatever you want." He said, knowing it would make up for bringing her here.

"You're darn tootin you are."

"I'm sorry what did you just say?" Michael laughed, looking down at Bea like she spoke a different language.

"Nothing," she waved him off, walking to the back of the long line in front of the counter. Mike just snorted, shaking his head as he got in line with her.

"So are they here?" Bea asked, glancing around the place.

"Uh..." Michael trailed off, looking around as well. "Yeah, they're in the corner over there." He pointing to the three boys waving at the two from the front corner.

Michael waved back but Bea did not, seeing as she did not know them.

After a few minutes of waiting in line and quickly ordering the two were leaning up against the wall by the bathroom, waiting for their names to be called.

"You know I was joking when I said say your name was Dark Lord of All, right?" Michael asked, looking down at the smiling girl.

"Of course I knew you were joking. But I also knew you didn't think I would actually do it, so naturally, I had to." Bea explained to her friend.

"You got me there, Beatrice." That earned him a punch to the arm.

"Don't call me Beatrice, Gordon," Bea smirked dragging out the o.

"God no, leave my middle name out of this!"

"Then don't call me Beatrice."

"Deal," Michael nodded his head holding out his pinky.

"What are we in second grade?" Bea snorted, cocking an eyebrow up at Michael.

"Yes we are." Bea rolled her eyes but brought her pinky up, locking it with his for a few seconds.

"Michael, and Dark Lord of All...?" Their names were called, the lady being confused by Bea's name on the cup.

"Thank you much," she smiled her, grabbing her tea and Michael's coffee. "Here you are sir."

"Oh why thank you Madame," Michael bowed down before taking his coffee.

Bea laughed shaking her head. "Your so lame."

"Says the girl who has 'Dark Lord of All' written on her cup!" He shot back, laughing while following the girl to the front of the shop.

"Suck my ass, Michael Clifford."

"Oh so I can suck your ass but you won't give me a blowjob?" He smirked as the two slid in the empty seats at the table, completely ignoring the other three boys confused and shocked facing.

"Oh I'll give you a blow job," Bea said, taking a small sip if her tea. Michael's eyes grew wide and a loud 'what' escaped his lips while Ashton and Luke choked on their drinks. "Yeah totally." She nodded, "with my vacuum cleaner you asshat."

Michael looked at her dumbfounded while the other three boys cracked huge smiles and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh my god!" Calum gasped trying to calm his laughter after a good minute of laughing. "I love you!" He said to Bea who was still smiling.

"That was so not cool!" Michael whined, stomping his feet. "I thought you were serious and I really want one!"

"Then call up one if the whores I know you have in your contacts and have her give you one!" Bea smirked, folding her arms on top of the table.

"Maybe I shouldn't have brought you," Michael grumbled, pouting out his bottom lip.

"No, you did the best thing bringing her here!" Luke giggled, looking at Bea with happy eyes. "She's hilarious!"

Bea smiled at the blond boy, thanking him with a smile and a small nod.

"So moving on from the embarrassed gumdrop right here, who is who? Mikey's told me about you guys but I don't know who's who." Bea said, mainly looking at the blond boy.

"That's Calum," the one with the grey bandana pointed to dark haired boy, "and this is Luke," he said pointing to blondie. "And I'm Ashton." He smiled, revealing his adorable dimples to Bea.

"It really nice to meet you all, I'm Bea."

"Likewise," Calum nodded, Luke and Ashton agreeing.

"Now I heard from gum drop over here," Bea motioned to a still grumpy Michael, "that Luke you wanted to meet here of all places?"

"Yeah," he smiled before biting on his lip ring. Bea instantly found that to be super attractive.

"Well shame on you."

"What? Why?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Because Starbucks isn't all that great, and I know a better place."

"Oh you do?"

"Indeed I do, Skywalker." Bea nodded her head, smiling at Luke. "And I must add I am very disappointed that I was not brought to a diner or something. I was really in the mood for french fries."

"How about I make it up to you," the tall blond suggested to the light purple haired girl.

"Yeah? And how do you suggest you do that?" She smiled at him, it was quite obvious she was enjoying his presence.

"I know this place that has some killer french fries."

"I just might take you up on that."

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I'm not all that crazy about Starbucks tbh.