A/N: I OFFICIALLY SURVIVED MY LAST YEAR OF MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!! haven't graduated, though that's tomorrow. Oh shit........ and i don't think i can say this enough but THANK YOU SO FUCKIN MUCH! Alright well here it is guys:
One minute.
"7:55! Yes okay, now he has 59, 58, 57 seconds to get here." I said staring at the clock. The Monday morning rush of cranky customers was staring at me like I was crazy.
"Sorry sir," I said to the man currently just trying to purchase his large iced coffee with a double, no, triple shot of espresso. "That'll be $4.95."
He handed me a $5 and told me to keep the change.
"Thank you! Have a great day!" I called out cheerily after him. I worked the line, aiming to be my happiest self. I tried to brighten the day for the ones who looked down and asked questions about the ones who were the happiest. The tips kept pouring in and the time kept rolling by.
"I'll have my best friend away from work for one second please."
"Vijera!" I exclaimed. The line had cleared out and it was 8:30.
"We gotta be in school at 9. Spanish exam, remember?"
"Yeah yeah. We can briefly study on the walk. You can quiz me." I looked at the clock again. 8:30. Luke didn't come today. Vijera kept talking about how she knew I didn't need extra help because my Spanish grade was higher than my English grade but I was searching under miscellaneous receipts for my phone. I found it underneath Luke's flannel on the chair by the register.
There were no texts from him so I sent one of my own.
Me to Luke: You've never been this late... You okay?
It didn't even deliver. I kept staring at the messaging app, willing a little one in parentheses to come up next to Messages. I stared until my screen went black and until Vijera had to come around to the other side of the counter and pry the phone out of my hands.
"He didn't come?" She asked.
"No," I said jaded and dejected. She pulled me into a hug and I wrapped my arms around her, resting my head on her shoulder. I held in the tears.
"It's gonna be alright. Remember, we are going on the school trip to the UK next week." Vijera reminded me after a minute of us hugging. She pulled away from me, took off her backpack and rummaged around in the front pocket for her phone.
"I totally forgot about that! It's going to be awesome." The bell chimed and my pulse jumped. I looked up from the scuffed tile floor and deflated inside and out when I saw it wasn't Luke.
"I'll have an iced coffee with a caramel shot and another without the caramel." The girl said.
"What sizes?" I asked, grabbing a sharpie and walking to the cups.
"Both large. Hey, I love your shirt, my boyfriend has the same print on a sweatshirt." I grabbed two large cups.
"Thanks. Name?"
"Arzaylea." (side note: Arzaylea is Luke's actual girlfriend that NOBODY likes)
"And how in the world do you spell that?" I joked. She laughed along with me, thankfully not offended.
"A-R-Z-A-Y-L-E-A."
"Okay, got it. You have a really pretty name."
"Thank you," Arzaylea smiled again. I proceed to make the coffee, my heart breaking at the caramel shit. It might have been stupid but that was the first actual thing Luke and I ever talked about.
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coffee boy || luke hemmings
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