My Starbucks Boy

5¤ My Starbucks Boy

Dedicated to, tayraearm she's my twin and she's perfect.
We haven't known each other for long, but damn, I feel like I've known her for years.
Go follow her and read her books.

"Jas, you will never believe what happened today" I mumbled into the pillow when I felt my best friend's presence in the room.

"You saw Starbucks boy again?" She asked, sitting opposite me and taking my hair out of its hair tie and burying her hands in them.

"Yup. And I asked him on a date"

She stopped wiggling her hands around in my hair and took them out, turning me to face her.

"You did what?"

"Is it bad? I'm not a slut, am I?"

"What? No! If anything, you're inspiring! How many girls ask boys out? I'm so so proud of you Godmother"

I smiled and hugged her. Since I was lying down and she was sitting, we did this weird hug where I hugged her waist and she tried to hug my arms.

"So what do you have in mind for a date? Anything yet?"

"No. Not really. He's only free on Tuesday, and I have no idea what we could do on Tuesday"

"Hm. My office is throwing a late Halloween party on Tuesday, and I would invite you, but Damien already asked me" I swear I could hear her sigh at the end of her sentence.

"So how does that affect me?"

"Well we were told to bring our friends, but I doubt you'd want to bring Starbucks-"

"He has a name!" I interrupted loudly, glaring at her.

She rolled her eyes, but kept talking. "I doubt you two would want to come along anyway"

"That, or you don't want anyone to monitor you while you get down and dirty with Damien" I taunted, wiggling my brows and smirking at her.

"Shut up" she simply stated, looking away and proving me right.

"Don't sweat it Jas, I won't judge. Now help me think of a suitable date idea for Tuesday"

Two hours into planning, and we hadn't thought of any suitable idea.

"Come on think Jas" I groaned, hitting my head softly against the table.

"I'm tryinggg" she groaned back, mirroring my actions.

Nearly five minutes of hitting had passed, before she yelled out "I've got it!" Making me bang my head extra hard on the table top out of shock.

"What have you gotted?" I asked, rubbing the sore spot on my forehead.

"Is that even English?" She asked, grinning when I sent a glare her way.

"You mentioned something earlier about him liking photography right?"

"Yeah" I agreed.

"Okay. So what if you take him somewhere  to do like a photo shoot? Maybe the park or something"

"Oh my God" I whispered.

"What?" She whispered back, leaning closer to me.

"You are genuis" I whispered again, grinning so wide, I was sure I resembled the Joker by now.

"I know"

We both started laughing at ourselves. So hard, that if you saw us, you'd think we saw Donald Trump bald and in his underwear (a/n: no offense to trump supporters).