You Again || lh (5SOS)

Chapter Three

It was lunch and the place was busy. The fact that there were only three people working didn't help either.

"Kimmy!! I need you at table five now!" I heard Jerry yell from his place behind the cash register.

"I'm in the middle of fixing an order!" I yelled at him as I popped a pizza in the oven.

"Let Sam do it! I need you out here taking orders!"

After giving Sam instructions I wiped my hands and took my notebook out and headed to table five to take their orders. My head was down and I was scribbling in my notebook.

"I'm sorry for the wait. Are you guys ready to order...." I said my voice trailing off as I looked up.

No freaking way.

I could not believe what or more so, who I was looking at.

I had to be dreaming.

"You're Nathan." I said pointing to one of the guys. He smiled and nodded at me.

"That's what it says on my driver's license.

"And you're Siva, and you're Max, and you’re Jay, and holy shit you're Tom." I said breathlessly.

They laughed and I squeaked.

"You're The Wanted. Oh my God! The guys that sing in The Wanted are who you are." I said making Jay choke on his water. That made the entire table laugh and I swore I almost died.

"I'm sorry, can I take your order?" I asked them trying to control the shaking in my hand.

"A large pepperoni and a large cheese." Nathan said smiling at me.

"Coming right up." I said smiling at them.

"Thank you Chrissy." Tom said reading the name tag on my uniform.

"This isn't mine. I'm filling in for Chrissy today. I'm Kimberly." I said as I walked away.

"Well thank you Kimberly!" Max shouted over the noise in the place.

Yup, I'm dead.

"Jerry I just met The Wanted."

"And you're still alive?" He asked quickly looking over his shoulder. Basically everyone I knew, knew how dedicated I was to that band.

I laughed and skipped into the kitchen and ended up tripping and falling flat on my face.

"Well, aren't we graceful today." Sam said snickering as he adjusted the cap on his head. He had the most amazing hair I’ve ever seen on any boy in my life. And his eyes, oh God his eyes would make me want to walk into a wall. But he was sixteen and he worked part time.

"I'm gonna make pizza for The Wanted." I said grinning at him.

I walked over and rolled out pizza dough. Of all the things I thought I'd ever learn to do, making pizza dough was not one of them.

I was humming along to their songs as I popped their pizza in the oven.

"Wait, you said you met The Wanted?" Jerry asked as he walked into the kitchen to slice some pizza.

"Yup. And oh my word they are so hot!"

"I'm gonna pretend that didn't hurt."

"What?"

"I'm just as hot as those guys sweetie." I rolled my eyes and took the pizzas out of the oven.

"You met them looking like a hobo with a bad hair day?" He asked as I skilfully cut slices into both pizzas.