ttyl h.s.

1.

Before we start....
I just want you guys to know that this is my first book. So don't judge me if its not the best. You can request things in the story. Like what should happen next or something. Oh and by the way, this is just how they met. So it's not really considered the first chapter. It's just so your not confused. Ok, now to the story.

~Carter~
As I walk in to the shop I see my boss is in a hassle taking everyone's orders. They look pretty upset. I rush over to the counter as soon as I can to helper out.

"Here, I can take it from here," I say politely. "Thank you Carter, I don't know what I would do without you." She says. I smile and start taking orders. It's a busy day at Starbucks today. A lot of people are coming in. So now I have extra shifts. But I don't mind. I like helping out. Plus, I get paid extra. So that's terrific.

***

Two hours later, business has got a whole lot calmer and I am very thankful for that. I was about to jump over this counter, and sprint towards my home.

We are about to close in ten minutes. It has been a very long day today. I just want to go home and rest, and watch some Pretty Little Liars.

  As soon as I am about to get my stuff so I can leave, I hear the door open.

"Ugh!" I groan. Why does someone have to come right now. When I'm about to leave?!

  I look up to see its a boy with brown curly hair. He has tan skin, and hazel eyes. He looks pretty fit. In fact, he is HOT. His black skinny jeans took so tight I'm pretty sure it would squeeze an and to death. His wire shirt showing of all his tattoos. He has a lot!

  "Hello" he says with a charming smile, showing off his adorable dimples. God what is wrong with me?

"Can I help you?" I ask rather rudely. Although I didn't mean it.

"Actually, yes. Yes you can. I would like a Vanilla Bean Frappé please," he states proudly. What a prick.

"Whatever" I say. And I turn around to start making his frappé.

Once I am done I go to give him his drink. "Here you go," I say quite annoyed with this boy although I don't know why. "Thank you" he replies with that annoying smile of his. Once again, what a prick.

Just as in about to leave, again, I hear someone calling my name. I turn around to see that it's curly.  How in the world...oh yea, my names on my tag. I'm such and idiot.

"What do you want?!" I raise my voice at him. Nows really not the time. It's been a long day and I'm very tired.

"This isn't the right frappé" he states. "So, what does this have to do with me?" I ask. "You were the one who made this, and it's not the way I wanted it, so make me a new one."  He replies.
"Excuse me ? Um you are not my boss, you wanted a Vanilla Bean, so I gave you your Vanilla Bean." I state angrily.

  "No, I wanted a Vanilla Bean, but this is a Vanilla Nut." Is this boy mentally retarded? What the fuck is a vanilla nut?

"Dude, there is no such thing as a fucking Vanilla nut." I say even more furious.

"Well that's my fucking point!" He yells. Is this prick trying to sass me?

"You know what. Leave me alone. If I can't get your order right, then go find a different Starbucks!" I shout.

"I'll make you a deal, I won't bother you, if you give me your phone number" he says.

"Yea, no" I say as I'm about to walk away.  "And h would also like two cookies of each kind there is. A sandwich, but not just any sandwich, I want it to have bread, cheese, onio-" "Ok Ok! Here give me your phone!" I yell.

He smiles proudly and gives me his iPhone. I type in my number and he looked very satisfied. "Thank you" he says, and with that, he walks out of the little shop.

Once again, what a prick...