Four Days Later~
I threw on my pair of turquoise skinny jeans and ran to my closet. Sifting through my shirts, I finally picked out a plain white one with a small chest pocket. Then I slipped on the same black pair of converse, grabbed my keys, and ran out the door.
"Have a good day, Eren!" Mikasa yelled out to me.
"I will, bye!" I hollered back. Sprinting across the street, I opened the door to Colossal Coffee and stepped in.
Petra noticed me straightaway.
"Well good morning, Eren! You were almost late for your first day." She glared teasingly at me.
"Yeah, sorry... about that. I slept through.... my alarm clock and Mikasa had to wake me up." I said, out of breath.
"Don't worry about it, sweety. Just come over here and I'll introduce you to your mentor for the day." She motioned for me to come behind the counter. Walking to the back kitchen, Petra motioned for a boy about my age to come over.
"Jean?!" I started. No fucking way. No wonder I recognized the light brown hair and animal-shaped face. I couldn't quite pick which animal he reminded me of. A... donkey..? No, a horse! Holy fuck he looks like a horse!
"Oh shit no. Petra, THIS is your new employee?!" Jean exclaimed, obviously not impressed.
Petra looked back and forth between us, confused. "You two are friends? Well, that makes it easier for me to-"
I stopped her there. "We are NOT friends. He is a fucking jackass!" I said to her, glaring at Jean.
"Oh-- How did you two meet?"
Jean answered. "This faggot and I were in the same class from elementary school throughout high school."
"I'm not gay, Jean. Don't call me a faggot!" I yelled, glaring daggers at him.
"How so? I've seen the way you talk about that Levi guy, you obviously have homosexual feelings for him~!" he laughed.
"Levi..? L-Levi who?" Petra stammered.
"Levi Ri--" Jean started to answer but I cut him off.
"NO ONE. And I don't feel that way towards him, so just drop it." Turning my attention to the rather confused woman, I said, "Petra, what do you want me to start working on?"
"Oh, that's right. Jean, I need you to show Eren how to work the cash register, and I need you to show him how to make the coffee specials. He knows the rest." She said, and started to walk towards the front door. "I'll see you guys later. Close the store at 5:00 sharp. Eren, your next day will be Monday, at 9:00 in the morning. Bye!" She waggled her fingers at us.
"W-Wait..! Petra, where are you--"
She left.
"The fuck was that about?" I asked Jean.
"She has practicing to do. I dunno what she practices for, but she always leaves like this on Thursdays and Fridays. Come on, I guess I have to show you some shit. You'd better pay fucking attention."
We spent about a half-hour working and talking, grudgingly. Jean had started a conversation and was speaking wildly, and I was only half-listening. Until he said something interesting.
"So then I met this hot chick with black hair, right? And I was like, 'Hey, your hair is pretty sexy.' We started talking for a little bit until I whipped out some concert tickets and asked her to go with me. Long story short, she is coming with two of her friends and we're gonna fuggin party."
"Wait. What was her name..?!" I asked, startled.
"Mi.. Mik.. shit. I forgot! She's gonna think I'm such an idiot!" he said, slapping a hand to his forehead.
"Mikasa." I sighed.
"OH YEAH! How did you know?!" He stared at me, suspicious.
"She's my goddamn sister, you fuckass!"
"How the hell is SHE--" He motioned with his hands in the shape of a feminine body. "--YOUR sister?!" he finished, pointing his hand in my direction, disgust spread across his face.
"How did you not know? You'd better not try anything on her." I glare.
"Yeah, well-"
"BUT... I guess I should be thanking you." I growled.
"Thanking me? Pfft, what for?" he snickered.
"It's because of you that I get to go see my all-time favorite band. So, thanks."
"Damnit. She's taking you?"
"Yup." I grinned. We continued to argue back and forth for a short while, then went back to being silent. 5:00 rolled around and I left before Jean.
I hurried out the store, and started to run home. Quickly looking over my shoulder at a little boy who was complaining to his mother, I was instantly knocked to the ground. I rubbed the back of my head in a daze, not bothering to look up at the person I had just ran into. Then, I heard, "Tch. Oi brat, you spilt my coffee."
Oh my God.
