“Hi, I’m Pete!” He held out his hand for me to shake.
“I’m Patrick…”I awkwardly pointed to my name tag before I shook his hand.
“Patrick…Nice names rolls of the tongue easily.” Pete this strange man handed over the money to pay for his coffee, and walked out.
“Ooh, he’s cute!” Kelsie came in from the back room. “Patrick if you don’t take him I will.” She winked and got back to work-cleaning a blender.
“I’m just a junior. What is he like 20?!” Patrick threw his arms into the air to add to his dramatic tone.
“Ok at least 23, but whatever. It doesn’t matter how old he is. He’s cute, and totally wants to bone you.” She glanced at him and gave a smile.
Patrick blushed deeply trying to hide under his hat.
“You know what?” Patrick controlled his blush and looked back up.
“What hun?”
“Shut up Kelsie.” Patrick rolled his eyes and threw his dish towel at the shocked red head.
“OH MY GOD! Patty just said shut up!” Kelsie exclaimed jumping up and hugging him. “My baby is growing up!”
“Uh….Kelsie?”
“Yeah Patty?” she said hugging him tighter.
“Get off…please” Patrick said to the overly hyper scary girl.
“Oh, sorry.” She squeaked before letting go. Everyone knew not to hug Patrick. It freaked him out, and sometimes scared him. Especially when it was at random. He just didn’t appreciate random acts of affection.
“Oh, hey looks like my shifts over.” Patrick stuck his tongue out at the red head before taking off his apron. She stomped her foot-clad in red high tops. Making a face that made all of her piercings scrunch up. Patrick walked to the back room to get his back pack. He walked out, stopped, and turned on his heels to look at Kelsie. “Please don’t forget to lock up. Please Kelsie?”
“Psh me? Forget? Never…” Kelsie nervously looked around.
“Riiight…Yeah no. Just lock up this time. Here I’ll even leave the key next to your tip jar.” Patrick set the key down and left without another word. Even though Kelsie was older she was the most irresponsible, and immature. She was Brendon Urie’s big sister. They were both crazy, and had a weird obsession with Disney movies.
Patrick didn’t live far from his job, but he got a ride whenever he could. That day it was Joe Trohman. A friend in his class.
“Sup?” Patrick said getting into the car.
“Just lugging your sorry ass around.” Joe said smiling.
“How high are you?” Patrick asked skeptical.
“As stoned as a biblical whore!” Joe started laughing at his own joke. When he was done Patrick asked.
“Should you be driving?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Uhhuh…”
The next day~
Patrick walked into his first period Geometry 1 class and almost had a heart attack. The blush creeping up his cheeks was getting uncomfortable.
“Hello everybody. This is our Student Teacher Mr. Wentz,” or how Patrick knew him from the coffee shop yesterday as Pete. “He will be here all of second semester.” Mrs. Gibson finished.
