Soda Boy || Wattys2017

Shifts

"Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get ya?" I said in fake excitement.

"Can I get a pumpkin spice coffee?" The girl spoke in a high pitched voice.

"Small, medium, or large?"

"Large."

"Like this dick." Frank coughed from behind me.

I turned around and glared at Frank to see he was laughing his ass off.

"That'll be five dollars and forty-six cents."

She handed me the money and told me to keep the change. I placed the five dollar bill in the cash register when I noticed a small piece of folded paper. I opened to see a ten digit number written on it with the words, 'Call me', underneath them. I looked over at her table to see she had been starring at me the whole time. I looked away in disgust and closed the cash register.

"Dammit! Fuckin' machine!" I heard Frank yell.

"What happened?" I asked looking back at him.

"It doesn't work." He sighed.

I walked over to where he stood next to the machine and looked at it.

"What's wrong?"

"It won't start."

I looked at it and lifted my hand up to one of the buttons. I pressed it and the cup began to fill up with the ordered liquid.

"How did you do that?" He asked looking at me in amazement.

"I pressed the button."

"Oh."

"Karen!"

She strutted her way up to the counter and smiled at me.

"I'd really like to meet up somewhere, privately." She said taking the drink away from me.

"I bet you would." I smiled sarcastically.

"I would."

"But I don't deal with basic bitches." I said walking away from the counter.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!" Frank yelled.

"Thanks." I said.

"What was that about?"

"She wanted in my pants."

"And you didn't take the offer?"

"Not even if I played for that team, would I."

"Shit, same."

"Can you two get to work?" Mikey sighed.

"When does our shifts end?" Frank asked.

"At three." I said.

"Ummm, can you read an analog clock?"

"Hmmm, one, two, three, nope."

"Mikey, what time is it?" Frank asked.

"It's two forty-eight."

"That's an hour." Frank said shocked.

"I'm never gonna make it in the world."

"Gerard, you have another customer." Mikey said.

"Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get ya?" I asked

"Can I get a medium chocolate mocha, please?"

"Like Mikey's dick." Frank whispered from beside.

I rolled my eyes and went back to what I was doing.

"That'll be four dollars and thirty cents."

"Keep the change. My name's Morrissa." She said walking away.

"Small black coffee." Frank's costumer said.

"Like your dick." I whispered to him before walking away to make the coffee."

I made both coffees and gave them to the two customers.

The rest of the shift went by and we were soon heading home. I parked in the driveway and Mikey ran inside. I slowly made my way to the door before opening it and going inside. I went to my room and made my way to the connected bathroom.

I took a quick shower and went back to my room. I dressed myself in gray sweat pants and a muscle shirt. I went upstairs to see Frank sitting on the couch alone. I stood there for a minute to see if noticed prescence, which he didn't.

"Frank?"

"Oh, h-hey."

"What are you doing?"

He didn't answer my question. Instead he sat there and stared at me. I couldn't read his face to see what was going through his head. So I just repeated my question.

"O-oh, ummmmm. Uuh, Mikey le-et me in and I, uuum, I was just hanging out here for a little bit and he said he needed to go to the store real quick." He said finally composing himself.

"Oh. He didn't tell me."

"He said you were in the shower."

"True."

"I was about to order some pizza. Did you want any?"

"Sure."

"What kind?"