im going to go a song w each video, some are along with the video if you'd like lol
main character: iva clarisse martin, eighteen
one,
"destery, i swear to sweet baby jesus. if you keep calling me while im at work, i'm going to get fired." i scolded my best friend, but smiling nonetheless.
"okay, okay. you serve that coffee, and you serve it like a queen. bye, mama." he laughed, hanging up. to this day i still roll my eyes at his nickname for me.
as i tucked my phone away, the copper bell above the door rang, signaling a new customer entering the café. approaching the counter was a gorgeous boy with electric green hair. he looked like the typical teenage rebel, which was almost intriguing.
"hi, welcome to farrah mills coffee house. may i take your order?" i greeted the green haired boy.
"strawberries and crème smoothie, please." he politely ordered.
"that'll be $4.25. is there a name for the order?" i asked him.
"the names evan." he replied with a small smile.
"i like you hair, evan." i complimented him, while writing his name on a cup.
"i like your face." he shot back with a smirk.
"subtle," i snorted, "let me get you that smoothie."
evan sat down at a table in the corner while i got to work on his order. he put his earbuds in and softly bobbed his head to the music.
after a few minutes, his order was finished and ready to go. i called out his name a few times, but realized he couldn't hear me over his music. being the nice person i am, i brought his smoothie to him. as he saw me approaching, he took his earbuds out.
"here's your strawberry smooth—" i was cut off by my phone ringing, blasting my chemical romance in the quiet café.
"house of wolves, nice. didn't seem like the type to listen to it." evan stated with an amused smile.
"you weren't supposed to know, it was a big surprise," i joked, "let me take this. have a good day, evan."
i picked up the phone as i was walking away. as i guessed, it was destery yet again.
"hey mama."
"what des? this is the fifth time you've called me during this shift." i answered.
"sorry! actually, no i'm not. anyways, your shift is over in eight minutes, so just come over after. okay bye now." he hung up. i rolled my eyes and smiled. this is my best friend, and he's mental.
after work, i rolled up to destery's house, which was three stories. i'm still impressed every time i'm over.
"hey family." i greeted as i barged into the smith household.
"NOBODYS HOME YOU IDIOT," destery
shouted from the top floor, "IM IN THE GAME ROOM. DUDE CAN YOU EVEN HEAR ME?" i sighed and shook my head, wondering how anybody could possibly be so loud. after getting over the acoustic trauma that is destery's voice, i marched up the stairs to see him watching pirates of the caribbean on his giant beanbag chair.
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names, m.g.c.
Fanfiction**lowercase intended "just tell me your goddamn name. please" in which iva martin is a barista at a local coffee house and michael clifford is a ridiculously attractive customer who creates a fake name every time he orders coffee.
