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You make me wanna be a star. 

You make me wanna act different. 

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"Hello, this is Starbucks. And I know you're there, Rolfy! Don't hang up on me ever again!" 


"Luna? Are you alright?" 


"Yeah, of course I am! Why didn't you call me yesterday! I was so bored!" 


"Um, sorry, I had . . . this fight at school." 


"Aww . . . are you hurt?" 


"No, I won the—I mean, I lost it. I'm not a violent emo kid, after all." 


"So . . . how was your date?" 


"It was horrible! I just messed up the whole date! I was bluffing that I was some really popular kid within my gang and that I was a really good football player but then I just messed up." 


"Oh." 


"You sound kinda surprised." 


"I mean, you sounded like you could handle this one. I guess you're still that under experienced Slytherin." 


"Do girls not like bad boys?" 


"Define bad boy." 


"Uh, I dunno. Playing with girls' heart and going out on dates every week with a different girl. Occasionally skipping class to go take a chug with my—I mean, their—buddies. Something like that? Roasting teachers every class?" 


"That sounds very savage." 


"So . . . you like bad boys?" 


"I never met one so I don't really know much." 


"That's what you think." 


"Hmm? What?" 


"Nothing. Do you really think that bad boys are bad boys?" 


 "I mean, no one can be a complete bad boy without having a fragment of evil heart. Honestly, some obsessive Slytherin like you would make a great bad boy." 


"Is that a compliment?" 


"It's not an insult. I'm saying you're flexible." 


"I think that's not what you mean." 


"Okay, to be honest, I don't like bad boys. They're just immature little kids that just wants to live in Neverland." 


"That's kinda harsh." 


"I'm free to be entitled to my opinion." 


" . . . one coffeeless caramel frappuccino please." 


"Are you ordering to avoid me?" 


"No, I really want one coffeeless caramel frappuccino." 


"Oh, that reminds me, have you gotten my drink yesterday?" 


"What drink? My coffeeless caramel frappuccino didn't come either." 


"Oh . . . really?" 


"Yeah . . . oh, I think I have to go. Talk to you soon!" 


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"So . . . you didn't see what I wrote." 

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