Chapter 1 y'all. I'm excited! Big thanks to Lia for doing literally all the work in setting up the cast <3
Chapter 1, by Kaya (lifelime)
Corbyn's POV
I sat down at my desk and opened up my laptop. The time at the bottom right corner of the screen read 4:58 A.M.
I yawned, realizing I hadn't slept in over 24 hours. Usually, I wasn't a crazy coffee person, like Jonah, but I had a lot of classes that day, and I knew some caffeine would do me some good.
Aerospace Engineering is tough.
Putting my Physics paper on hold, I grabbed a jacket and walked down the stairs.
A bit of background information: I share a house on campus with my four roommates, Jonah (the coffee one), Jack, Zach, and Daniel. Fun fact: they were my bandmates for a while. The five of us were in a fairly popular boyband called Why Don't We, but just as we were peaking, our record label, Atlantic, went out of business. Naturally, we all applied for college, and (shockingly) all got in. We share a small house near the edge of campus.
Once downstairs, I put on my shoes and quietly opened the door; the boys were probably still sleeping.
I began the ten minute trek towards Starbucks.
Lia's POV
I woke up and unlocked my phone. It was 4:58 A.M., and I couldn't sleep. Might as well get the day started, then.
I opened my bedroom door, and walked out into the living room. My roommate Kaya was fast asleep on the couch. One of her law textbooks was open on her lap.
I tapped her on the shoulder. "Kaya!!!" I said, half screaming, half whispering. She jumped a bit, and slowly opened her eyes. "I'm going to Starbucks," I said. "What do you want?"
She groaned a bit. "The usual," she replied.
"Venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip, right?"
It was too late; Kaya was already asleep again. I smiled and grab my purse, and exited the dorm.
Corbyn's POV
"Hi, can I have a grande peppermint mocha please? Hold the whip. My name's Corbyn." I pulled a five dollar bill out of my pocket, and handed it to the barista, then took a seat at a nearby table. The room was completely empty, except for me.
A couple minutes later, the door opened, and someone else came in.
"Hi, I'd like a grande peppermint mocha, and a venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip."
"Can I get a name?"
"Lia," she said, pulling her wallet out of her purse. She handed the barista a five dollar bill.
The barista gave her a strange look. "It's actually $6.25, hun," she said.
Lia looked around in her wallet again, and frowned. "Drop the peppermint mocha, I guess. Just the macchiato, for my friend."
I pulled a dollar and a quarter out of my pocket, stood up, and handed it to the barista. Lia looked at me in shock. "Oh, thank you but you don't have to do th-"
"It's my pleasure," I said. She grinned.
"Order for Corbyn!" said the other barista. I stood up and grabbed my drink. The name was written as Corbin.
