s c a r e // lana del rey, 5sos

1- luke

young god by halsey :: badlands

"Welcome to 21 planes, how can I help you?" A girl with cotton candy pink pigtails dressed in a blue dress asks me. Her brown eyes slithered over my blue ones.

My eyes ran over the menu before I looked up, the girl's name tag glinting. Vanessa.

"I'd like a slice of Oreo cheesecake, and a cup of coffee with two sugars and one cream, please." I glanced at the cake display, my mouth watering.

"An excellent choice, sir. Is that it?" Vanessa asked, scribbling on her pastel purple notepad.

"Actually, could you add a chocolate brownie cake to that? And, um, that's all I'd like." I stared at the cake.

Oh my god, keep yourself together Hemmings, you're acting like a kid. The voice said at back of my mind.

Shut up, I can act however I like. I thought.

"Great! I'll be back with your order." Vanessa smiled.

I stared at my phone as a text message flashed on the screen.

Mikey 🍆: hello

Look 🔥: it's me

Mikey 🍆: i was wondering if after all these minutes you'd like to tell me which cafe you're in

Look 🔥: heeeeelllloooo from 21 planes

Mikey 🍆: ok we shOuld stOP now

Mikey 🍆: bye ugly toenail

I chuckled at Michael's text as Vanessa weaved through the crowd, holding a white tray topped with my cup coffee and my cakes.

YEEEEEESSSS! The immature voice at the back of my mind screamed.

"One Oreo cheesecake, a chocolate brownie cake and a cup of coffee with two sugars and one cream." As she placed the cakes down, a girl dressed in a long summer dress with auburn hair crashed into Vanessa, dropping the tray as coffee sprayed the table and the girl. She dropped the the ground with a loud clang and a hiss.

I stood up, scraping my chair back. "Watch where you're going, woman."

The girl narrowed her hazel-green eyes at me. "It was an accident. If I had bumped into her on purpose, I would've been snickering so much that my mouth would've fallen off." She snarled at me with so much venom in her voice I was almost convinced that it was my fault.

Vanessa whimpered, her pink pigtails now stained with light brown liquid.

"I-I'll go get a rag to clean it up." She dashed behind the counter.

The girl tried to get up. She couldn't, and groaned.

"Why can't you get up? Have a disability?" I teased her.

Her eyes stared into my cold blue ones. "As a matter of fact, I kind of am." She glared at me.

Oh.

I opened my mouth to respond, but I was cut off by Michael's voice.

"What's going on?" He asked. Vanessa ducked under his hand and wiped the table quickly, disappearing