I took a quick sigh as I examined my reflection in the window of the Irish Cafe. I brushed my hair behind my ear and fixed my infinity charcoal scarf. Aaden grabbed my hand and he pulled me into the marvelous smelling restraunt. Once we entered the smell of gelato and hot cocoa entered my nostrils and my stomach and taste buds jumped to excitement. We rushed to a table in the back corner, I'm assuming Niall or "Jake" didn't want to be figured out. I just chuckled to myself and started to rummage through my menu, "Hot cocoa or coffee? So many decisions..."
Apparently I must have said this out loud and was quickly fired with Jame's voice, "You drink coffee?"
"Uh," I raised my eyebrow, "Yes? Do they not drink it here?"
"It's just tea is more common here, that's all Molls" Aaden said smiling then rushing back to scan through the menu..
"Ok..." My side bangs fell to my face and I quickly brushed them behind my ear once more, "What re you guys getting?"
"Tea" They both said in unison. I nodded in a quick response and soon a lady in a emerald green apron appeared. It reminded me much of the Starbucks back home. I know that they have starbucks here, but it was nice to feel like i was at home for once, considering home was so far away.
The brunette tucked her hair behind her ear and tapped patiently against her note pad with her pen waiting for our orders, "what would ya lads like today?" She said in her famous accent.
"2 teas, early grey and green" Aaden spoke back.
"And for the young lady?" She politely intrigued.
"Pumpkin latte please?" I said smiling while folding my menu back up to hand to the waitress.
"An American I see! Love your accent by the way! How lovely and yes of course, I'll be back soon" she said as she swirved back around to return to the kitchen.
"An American I see!" I chirped while mocking the Irish accent the lady had.
The boys chuckled. I rolled my eyes, "I don't even have an accent. I sound normal"
"You're kidding right? You're like a fish out of water! But don't worry James over here thinks your accent is cute" Aaden said while winking back at me.
"OMG OMG OMG LIKE OH MY GOD A BOY LIKE THINKS IM CUTE LIKE YAAA. LETS GET HELLA HIGH AND LIKE GO SHOPPING WITH OUR CHIHUAHAUS AND PRADA BAGS!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, which sent me daggering looks from the customers in the cafe. James couldn't help but crack up and I smirked at him, "so you like my accent? PREPPY BITCHES FOR THE WIN"
The lady later arrived with our drinks which we chugged down instantly to warm us up from the freezing winds that lay outside. We talked about mullinger and america, how they were different. The conversation awkwardly drifted from tampons to boners and I stiffened but continuously laughed. After a rough day we called it quits and headed home.
The boys walked me back home, then left to me to deal with getting ready for school tomorrow. I sprinted up the steps and decided to begin the trechorous unpacking of clothes, and packing of school supplies.
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Welcome to Mullinger Island
FanfictionMolly was just an average 16 old girl in California. Her life was perfect; she had many friends, the perfect wardrobe, and amazing house with the most spetacular view of the Pacific ocean. That was until her father, Mathew O'Brian is offered to beco...
