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Coffeeshops and Rock Stars

Serial Killers

BREE’S POV

“And here is your Venti Iced Chai Latte. That’ll be $5.46.” I said to the customer with a smile. He handed me his debit card, and I swiped it through the machine. I handed it back to him, along with his receipt. “Have a great day, sir!” He grimaced in response, like I had poisoned him with an overdose of cheerful. Next thing I knew, he was gone.

Living in a small town in the middle of Missouri, not very many people wanted Starbucks. I was the only barista scheduled that day, so I got to do whatever I wanted when I had no customers. After the man left, I automatically opened up my book. I had to write a paper on violent impulses for my psychology course at the community college, so I was reading a book about serial killers. The section I was on was the Columbine Massacre. I had my trusty stack of post-it notes and my favorite pen, ready to annotate. But that’s when I heard the bell ring signaling that someone had just walked through the door.

I walked out of the back room to see four guys looking at the menu. And I couldn’t believe how cute they were. They were all pretty tall too, which was great, because I was only 5’4”. I walked up to the counter and said, “Hey, what can I get for you guys?” in the most nonchalant manner I could muster. The tallest one bit his lip, and I noticed his black lip ring. I never knew piercings could be so sexy.

“We’re still deciding.” said the one wearing a bandana. His Iron Maiden tank top was riddled with holes and his arms were so buff. I was very impressed.

“Well, if I could recommend one, it would be the Java Chip Frappe. I said, pointing to the small stand up promoting the drink, “Perfect mix of chocolate and coffee, and it’s cold which is great for the weather right now.”

“Serial killers? Should I be worried about my safety?” the boy with the lilac hair blurted out. I looked at him with a questioning glance, and then it clicked. I still had my book in my hands. I felt my face turn super bright red as I explained.

“Oh no, no, no. This is for a paper I’m writing. And besides, if I were planning on becoming a serial killer, I wouldn’t research famous ones, because they’ve all been caught.” I said with a smirk. I think this was some how my messed up way of flirting.

“She has a point Michael,” the tall one said to lilac-head.

“Shut up, Luke.” Michael yelled, his voice breaking halfway through the sentence.

Bandana boy then cleared his throat. I drew my attention back to him, and he said “I think I will have that Chocolate Chip Frappe thingamabob. You sure it’s good?” he asked me, doubt flooding his face.

“It’s magical, trust me.” I said with a smile.

He chuckled, and stuck out his hand. “I’m Ashton.” I shook his hand and introduced myself.

“I’m Bree.” I said with a smile. He smiled back, and I noticed his dimples for the first time. God, he was so cute. “Are you guys ordering all together?” I asked, needing to get on with my job.

“Yeah, I think so.” Luke said. “I’m gonna have a really big hot chocolate. Like, the biggest you can get me.”

I laughed, and said, “One Venti Hot Chocolate. Got it. What else?”

“I’ll take just black coffee. And a blueberry scone.” Michael told me. I typed it into the computer, and I looked to the last boy. I noticed that he wasn’t staring at the menu, but at me. As soon as I made direct eye contact with him, he spoke for the first time since coming in. “You aren’t like the other girls. You aren’t screaming and crying when you see us. Why?”

Had he lost his marbles? I mean, they’re cute and all, but why would girls be crying over them? I raised my eyebrow at him.

Michael spoke up. “Oh shit. She really doesn’t know who we are…”

“Am I supposed to? Are you guys like, famous rockstars or something? Or do we just go to the same school? I don’t pay much attention to the jocks at school, so I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

“Actually, we are famous rockstars. We’re 5 Seconds of Summer. You really don’t know who we are?” Ashton asked me, almost laughing away the last sentence.

“Sorry, no.” I said. I turned to the last one, who’s name I still didn’t know. “Are you going to order something or what, because I have a rather interesting book to get back to.” He looked almost hurt by my bluntness.

“Yeah, I’ll take the Java Chip Frappe as well, grande.”

I typed in the last order into my computer and read it back to them. “I have one Venti Hot Chocolate, one Grande and one Venti Java Chip Frappes, a Venti dark roast coffee, and a blueberry scone. Anything else?”

“No, I think that’s it.” Ashton said to me, still smiling despite my rudeness to his friend.

“Your total is $23.78. Debit or credit?” I asked as he handed me his card.

“Credit” I swiped the card and the receipt printed, and I handed over the copy for him to sign. My tiny bubble pen looked so small in his gigantic hands. I turned my back to start making the drinks.

After the drinks were finished, I put them up on the counter and told the boys their coffee was ready. They got up from the couches they were on and retrieved them. I then got the paper Ashton had signed to validate the credit card purchase. And at the top, I noticed he had scrawled his number across the top. I smiled and looked at him. With his large hand wrapped around the coffee i made him, he lifted it up as if to toast me. He then chugged it and slammed it down on the table and screamed “BRAIN FREEZE!” I laughed loudly and he smiled at me, and I couldn’t wait to get to know him better.

Notes

This is my first fan fic that I'm actually posting online. Please give me feedback!!!!!

Comments

this story is so good so dont even question it

GabbyB GabbyB
10/6/14

OMG pls update soon!!!! its so good right n ow

GabbyB GabbyB
9/26/14

@authenticbeing
Thank you, doll!

Reaaaally good. Trust me lol