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We Way? Three Way!
Coffee Time
“Um…can I get a...” My face scrunched up as I tried to remember exactly what it was that Natalie wanted. “Skinny… caramel apricot thingy?”
“Macchiato?” The girl behind the counter clarified.
“Yeah, that thing.”
“Anything else?”
“Do you have yummy ice?”
“Yeah, in the back. Size?”
“The biggest you got please.” I finished, slapping a twenty on the counter and grabbing Natalie’s coffee.
“You didn’t get me coffee?” Jillian whined.
“You didn’t ask me for coffee. I got what I was asked to get because I’m a good robot.”
“You’re not a robot, Becca.”
“I’m not?”
“Not on Thursday you’re not.”
“I hate Thursday.”
“We know.”
“I have to dance soon. Are you all gonna come see me?”
“Of course, we even got you flowers.”
“Becca’s allergic to flowers.”
“Scratch that, we didn’t get you flowers. We’ll all go to…”
“Hot Topic?”
“Sure, we’ll all go to Hot Topic afterward.”
“Even Brendon?”
“Well, we can’t leave him home alone…” He had just recently found the ancient sewing machine from the dark, forbidden basement. God only knows what he’d do with that.
“My shoes itch.” I whispered to Cupcake, who was the only person allowed backstage to our improvised stage. It was in the backyard, and for a couple hours of set up, it looked surprisingly good.
“Macchiato?” The girl behind the counter clarified.
“Yeah, that thing.”
“Anything else?”
“Do you have yummy ice?”
“Yeah, in the back. Size?”
“The biggest you got please.” I finished, slapping a twenty on the counter and grabbing Natalie’s coffee.
“You didn’t get me coffee?” Jillian whined.
“You didn’t ask me for coffee. I got what I was asked to get because I’m a good robot.”
“You’re not a robot, Becca.”
“I’m not?”
“Not on Thursday you’re not.”
“I hate Thursday.”
“We know.”
“I have to dance soon. Are you all gonna come see me?”
“Of course, we even got you flowers.”
“Becca’s allergic to flowers.”
“Scratch that, we didn’t get you flowers. We’ll all go to…”
“Hot Topic?”
“Sure, we’ll all go to Hot Topic afterward.”
“Even Brendon?”
“Well, we can’t leave him home alone…” He had just recently found the ancient sewing machine from the dark, forbidden basement. God only knows what he’d do with that.
“My shoes itch.” I whispered to Cupcake, who was the only person allowed backstage to our improvised stage. It was in the backyard, and for a couple hours of set up, it looked surprisingly good.