Scomiche One-Shot things...

The girl behind the counter

A/N: This is a long long long long one shot...lol...sorrynotsorry. I thought it would be shorter     

         I moved out to Los Angeles for the same reason everyone else does...to become famous. I had been acting and singing all of my life, but the singing took over, and by the time I was 15, that was all I was doing. Singing, playing guitar, and teaching myself any instrument that I could. All my life, I've been told I was gifted. I've always been observant, and have been able to memorize things with ease, which is probably why intruments came so easiy to me.

        As soon as I turned 18, I ditched my family, well...that makes it sound harsh. They knew it was my dream, and they supported me, so actually, I didn't ditch them, but I left my parents and moved out to California. 

        I wasn't expecting to get off the plane, and instantly become famous, but I also wasn't expecting to still be working in a starbucks in a residential area of LA for the past 2 years either. Yep, you got that, I'm 20 now, and I still haven't caught my "big break."

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        "How can I help you today?" I asked politely from behind the counter.

        "Why, um...EMILY," the woman read from my name tag, in that cheesy way that parents do, and I watched as her 13-or-so year old daughter rolled her eyes "I would like a grande mocha, iced, and, sweety, what would you like?" She turned to her daughter, who had become distracted by her phone.

        Her daughter groaned. "How many times do I have to tell you. A tall vanilla bean frappicino with 2 pumps of rasberry....GOD!" Her attention returned to her phone. I heard gasps and snickers from behind the woman, an obvious reaction to the way this child just talked to her mother.

        "Alright, names please?" I asked. They gave me their names, and a scribbled them down, and asked them to wait down near the other end of the counter.

        The next two customers stepped forward. There was an obvious height difference between the two, the shorter one having dark brown hair, and matching eyes. He was skinny, but not in an unhealthy way, and it gave him a rather feminine appearance, yet I was still surprised when he spoke.

        "Wow, that was extremely rude." He said. His voice was high pitched. Not in a nasaly or even remotely bad way, but in a cute, fun way.

        His tall, blonde friend laughed, squinting his eyes, but as he opened them I couldn't help but notice how extraordinarily blue they were.

        I cleared my throat, as a way of shaking myself out of whatever sort of trance I was in. "How can I help you?" I asked.

        The blonde one spoke first. "I'll have a grande caramel macchiato, iced, please." He said, smiling.

        "Ummm..." The shorter one said, his voice getting higher at the end. "You know what, I think I'll just get a grande iced coffee." He said, clapping his hands together.

        "Alright, can I have your names, please?" I asked.

        "I'm Scott, getting the caramel Macchiato," the blonde spoke up, "and Mitch is getting the iced coffee." I wrote down their names on their cups, and told them to go wait at the other end of the counter. Little did I know that that was just the beginning of my history with Scott and Mitch.

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