Open Your Eyes|| Bajan Canadian

Chapter 5

Song: Crazy For You By: Hedley

I hate work!! Nat isn't here. There is random employees that I don't know. Weird people ordering coffee. HELP!

I glance at the clock. I only have half an hour left on my shift until Wednesday. And it's Saturday today.

Then this cute- hot- guy walks up to the counter. He flashes me a smile and I almost faint.

"Hi, welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you today?"

He looks at the menu and speaks. "A Cinnamon Dolce latte, a Strawberry frap, and a green tea lemonade please dood."

Are you serious? You got to be kidding.

Mitch's POV

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"Can you get me Starbucks Miitchell?" I sigh and look at Jerome. "Why can't you get off your lazy ass and get it yourself dood?"

He throws his head back dramatically and groans. "Because I have you to do it for me. That's why."

I sigh, throwing my hands up and push myself off the couch. "Fiiine!" He smiles and laughs. "Thank you biggums."

I walk towards the front door, grabbing my keys off the table and look behind me. "You owe me big G."

I slip on my shoes and open the door. It is really warm in Texas. A dry warm. Not like Canada.

I lock the door and walk towards the car. "MITCH!!" I turn around and get tackled. I fall on the ground, hitting my back.

"Owwww... my back. Who the hell are you?" I open my eyes against the sun and see Preston.

"PURSTON!!!!" He gets off me and laughs. "The lava creeper is here!" I give him a hug and point towards the house. "Jerome is in there."

He jumps around like a little school girl and screams. "MY BACCA!!" Then he looks at me, one eyebrow raised. "Where are you going?"

I sigh and roll my eyes. "The Bacca won't get off his lazy ass to get himself Starbucks."

Preston laughs and replies. "Oh, can you get me a Naked smootie blended with ice please?"

"UGH! Fine!" He hugs me, tight enough to kill me. "Thanks you cactus." I wave goodbye as he skips into the house like a giddy school girl, and I open the car door.

I get in, hitting my head in the process. "Ow." I shrug it off and start the car. I pull out of the driveway and start driving to Starbucks.

It take about 5 minutes, so I am pretty much there. I get out of the car and slam the door behind me.

I am already sweating. That is how hot it is here. I think I need a drink too.

I make my way to the door and step in. Air Conditioning!!! Yay! I walk up to the counter and smile at the barista.

She's cute. Alright, really cute. Mitch, stop. Your only here for a year. No relationships. No thinking about them. No being in them. No breaking innocent girl's hearts when you have to leave. Nuh-uh. No happening this time dood. Wait, hold the phone, am I talking to myself? Let alone arguing with myself? God, I am SO weird.

"Hi, welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you today?"

I think about what Jerome gets all the time. I call him the common white girl. Except, he isn't a girl and he is totally not gay. Or, as far as I know he isn't. "A Cinnamon Dolce latte, and a green tea lemonade please dood" I see the smootie in the fridge thing beside the counter. "Oh, and this blended with ice."