☕️ Coffee Boys ☕️

Authors Note:
Before you read any further, yes there is blood and other stuff like that, if you dislike blood and things in that category I suggest you leave? Yeah lmao. And the names aren't correct for there is no further details on any of the characters family in the 8 season tv show.

Keith POV

The blood trickled down my left arm as I held the box cutter in my right hand. This had been the 5th time I'd cut myself today. I was in my bathroom, sitting behind the locked door. I stared at the blood that dripped slowly to the tile floor beneath me. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like I'd been hit by a truck. My raven black hair in a messy mullet. My pale as snow skin with puffy dead violet eyes that were tired from crying so hard. I had piercings in my ears and a nose ring. My black t-shirt with tear stains soaked into it matched with jeans that were tainted with blood.
I placed the box cutter in my medicine cabinet and took a rag. I soaked the rag and cleaned up the blood on my arm and the floor. I threw the rag into my laundry basket in my bathroom and unlocked the door. I stepped out getting a whiff of my scented candles that were lit. My bedroom was full of junk and posters of bands. My bed was off to the right-hand side of my room while my nightstand rested beside it. On my nightstand was an antique compass with my phone. On the floor was dirty laundry I didn't bother to clean. My walls were covered in posters of bands like My Chemical Romance and Blink-182. My bedroom door was held open by a dirty old band shirt I owned. The walls of my messy room were a dark grey and the floor was dark brown wood.
I walked to my nightstand and took my phone as I then proceeded to walk outside of my bedroom. I lived in a small apartment by myself because my parents are dead and I don't have any well-known relatives other than Shiro Takashi. My kitchen was to the right of me so I decided to grab a snack quickly. I checked the fridge and saw I had nothing. I decided it was best if I'd go buy groceries because I hadn't bought groceries in about 2 weeks. I was living on crumbs. I didn't make much pay working as a waiter at some restaurant. It wasn't the best that I decided to go for a student loan for college. I'm attending college but the dorms are way too expensive so I live in an apartment that has a low rental fee.
I headed back to my room and changed my clothing. I now wore a red beanie with a red plaid black striped long sleeve and some black jeans to match. I laced up my red converse and slipped on my black fingerless gloves. I couldn't live without my fingerless gloves. My long-sleeve covered up my cuts very nicely so I didn't have to worry about them. I stole a rubber band from the floor in my room and wrapped it around my wrist. I shoved my phone into my back pocket along with my wallet. I looked in the mirror. Decent I thought.
Since I was going grocery shopping and didn't own a car, I was going to take my bike. My bike was a dark red color with a metal basket in front. I've had this bike for about three years now and it still worked properly. I opened the front door to my apartment and locked it. I lived on the third story. I quickly stepped down the mounds of stairs and walked over to the bike holder my building had. I unchained my bicycle from its bar and hopped on. I slowly rode out to the sidewalk and then kicked off. I was already getting tired pedaling and with it being so early in the morning I decided to stop and get some coffee at the nearby Starbucks to energize myself for the day.
I chained my bike to a bike holder outside. As I opened the door to Starbucks I was immediately hit with an aroma of coffee and tea. I stepped inside and I was hit again with the warm air. The door behind me closed and I stepped in line. Starbucks was very busy every day so the line was no different. After a while, it was my turn to order. The man working behind the counter was a tall Cuban boy with blue eyes and curly chocolate brown hair tucked into a cap. He wore a traditional Starbucks apron to go with his look.
"Hello, welcome to Starbucks may I take your order, sir?" The tan boy behind the counter smiled.
"Uh, could I get one large House Blend to go, please?" I asked, then moving to get my wallet from my back pocket.
"Of course," he pushed a button on a screen. "Anything else?"
"That's all, thank you," I then proceeded to take my wallet out.
"That will be $5.10 and who is it for?" I handed him $5.10 and he put it in the cash register. the tall boy took out the receipt from the electronic and handed it to me. I took it and put it in my wallet. The boy took out a cup next with a black sharpie.
"Uh, Keith," I blinked. I shoved my wallet back into my back pocket. The boy wrote down my name on the cup and then proceeded to make my House Blend while another lady worked the cashier.
I made my way over to an empty table and sat down. I took out my phone from my back pocket and signed into Instagram. As I scrolled through my Instagram there were comments like 'kill yourself' and 'why are you still alive'. I got those comments every day. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Biggest lie ever. I scrolled through the millions of comments on my posts. Every comment with its suicidal words. I could feel tears welling in my eyes. My lip trembling as I read comments. Then I felt a firm hand on my right shoulder. I looked up and I was met with ocean blue eyes. It was the barista that took my order.
"I called your name several times to get your drin-" he froze. "Are you okay?" I got lost in his eyes for a minute before I snapped out of my staring state.
"Y-yeah I'm fine, sorry I didn't hear you," I sighed. He peeked at my phone and read a comment. I turned my phone off. He looked me in the eyes again.
"You look like you're about to cry, your definitely not okay," he stared me down.
"Mind your own business, now can I have my drink? I have places to be," the barista scoffed and handed me my drink.
"Thank you," I said as I got up from my seat. "Now please excuse me," he moved out of my way and watched me leave through the front door. As soon as I got outside and hopped on my bike, tears started streaming down my face. I couldn't keep my composure for long. Especially under pressure by someone I barely knew. Before I kicked off to go grocery shopping, I took a sip of my House Blend. On the cup, I saw there was more than just my name written on to it. The barista had written his number on my cup, along with a message of 'call me'. I scoffed. Mr. Not-Minding-My-Business wants me to call him sometime, I thought. Maybe I will, I thought again. I put my coffee in my cup holder beneath my bike seat and dried up my tears. I then was off to the cheapest grocery store that was by me. Winco Foods. The cheapest grocery store I know around here.