Love you, Goodbye... {MalexMale fiction}

First Touch

Warm, morning light filtered into the room, waking Max. He pulled the covers over his purple haired head, sighing softly. Then a loud, shrieking buzz, made him sit straight up. Max slammed his dark colored, hand down on the alarm clock, turning it off. He threw the blanket off him and rubbed his eyes and yawned. Getting up, Max walked over to his closet and picked out and longed sleeve shirt and black jeans. He threw off his old shirt and pants, then put the new ones on and ran downstairs. He pulled a small toaster out off a drawer and grabbed bread, out of another cabinet. Rushing, to get to work at a local coffee shop, he shoved the bread into the toaster, but crushed it slightly,
"Ugh! Screw breakfast." He grabbed his phone, wallet and threw on a sweater and ran out the door, got into his car and drove off.

When Max arrived at work, he ran in the back door and immediately got to work at taking orders. First a slightly, heavy woman came up and ordered,
"Get me a large, cinnamon, hot, no cream and extra sugar." She finished, with a rude, tone in her voice.
"Yes, ma'am." Max was always sure to be polite at work and it sure payed off in the end. He typed her order into the computer and told her the price,
"$3.46." He said, having to look up at her pale face slightly. And with that she handed him the money. Not a penny off.
"It'll be done soon," He smiled politely, as the lady stepped aside and a boy, around his age, walked up to the counter.
"He's cute..." Max thought to himself. The boy had reddish hair and fair skin, with soft blue eyes and freckles covering whole lower face, he was also wearing a plaid scarf, that Max noticed immediately. He was looking down at his phone the whole time, Max blushed deeply but tried to hide it.
"Uh.. w- what could I- i get for you..?" Max stared at the boy, who was still looking at his phone,
"A caramel mocha please."
"O- ok..." he typed it the order, then told him the price,
"4.72, please." The boy looked up and saw Max blushing, he blushed as well, grabbing money out of his pocket along with a small piece of paper. Max took it from him and for a split second their hands touched and Max blushed a deep red. He pulled his hand away with the money and paper. Putting the money away, as the boy took his coffee and walked out, Max read the paper, it's read 'Oscar 508-646-5647'
"A phone number.. and name..?" He said quietly to himself and felt red, then thought, 'That must be him...'