"Y/n! Customers!" Your boss yells from the front of the store.
Sighing, You slip my phone into your apron pocket and walk out from the break room.
Going up to the counter, you notice someone walking through the door. The little bell jingles as you stare at the person. You couldn't make out any discernible features all except they had a slim figure and hella awesome hair.
"Welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you?" You say the words You was required to say, in a monotoned voice.
God, You hated working at Starbucks.
Constantly, preps were coming in. Stuck up, little privileged bitches and assholes who think that the world owes them just for breathing.
The only reason why You worked here was because no other places would hire me. They all saw your style as 'satanic' and 'gothic' and 'not good for business.'
But here, You knew the boss, Jeff Devin. Jd for short.
Jd was kinda like your second father since yours was a piece of shit.
"Ummm, yeah. I would like, um, a Carmel mocha, a hot chocolate, a plain black coffee, and a vanilla mocha. Oh. And about 12 cake pops." A soft yet deep voice answers.
You raise an eyebrow as the person looks up. You give a small half grin and ring it up. He hands you the money.
"Looks like someone's looking for an all nighter." You joke as You get out his change.
Normally, You wouldn't be this social. But there's something about this guy. Maybe the fact that he reminds you of, well, you. You carefully study his features without him noticing.
Long, black hair, snake bites, great eyeliner and eyeshadow, and a slim build. He had slightly feminine features but they played him well.
You toss back your f/h/c fringe out of your eyes and look up.
"Your order will be out soon since we just started fresh pots of coffee. Just take a seat somewhere and I'll call you up when it's ready." You tell him.
"Thanks," he squints at your name tag. "Rylan. Hey, nice name."
"You're welcome. And thank you...?" You words fade out as You realize You never caught his name.
"Ricky. Ricky Horror." He answers with a polite smile.
You go to respond but Jd calls you back to help him with the order.
A couple minutes later, You walk out with Ricky's drinks in a carrier along with his cake pops.
You call out his name but no one answers so You look around. Eyebrows squinted, You search for the boy dressed in all black. After a couple of seconds, You spot him sitting in a booth beside the window with his headphones plugged in. You snort and smile, shaking your head.
Walking over, You gently shove his shoulder.
He jolts and You grin, setting his order on the table. As he pulls out the headphones, You place a hand on your hip and lean against the booth across from him.
Gesturing to the drinks and snacks in front of him, You say, "Orders up."
He huffs a laugh and looks down at the table, scratching his head. "Sorry, I guess I had my music up too high."
You shrug my shoulders and give him a half smile, showing that it was alright.
"It's cool. I do it all the time."
Ricky laughs and jerks his chin for you to sit down in the booth in front of him. You glance back and notice Jd went to the back so you said, "What the hell?" and slid into the booth.
As he took a sip of his drink, You decide to strike up a conversation.
"So Horror, huh? That's a cool last name."
Ricky nods and sets his coffee down.
"Yeah. That's my stage name. My real last name is Olson."
You bob my head as You take in his words. "Cool. So you're, like, into music?"
"Yeah. I play guitar. What about you?"
"Yeah. I'm into music too. Except I sing and play most instruments. I'm actually in college for it and photography."
"Ah, thats cool. You should show me some of your pictures sometime." He responds, leaning foreword.
You smile and agree. "What made you come up with Horror as a last name? My stage name is (cool stage name) even though my real last name is (last name)."
"(Real name) That's an awesome name. And (your stage name) just sounds pure bad ass. I chose my last name because of the fact that I love horror movies sooo... it just kinda happened. What about yours?"
Your neck twitches at the question. It wasn't really something You talked about with others but Ricky seems chill and like he would understand. As You go to answer, the bell rings and You groan.
Standing up, you brush off your apron and glance at the customers who just walked through the door.
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About 10 minutes later, You have the drinks ready and go to walk out, only to stumble over a random ass hose beside the mop sink. Rolling your eyes, You adjust the tray and continue on your way.
As You walk out, You notice the crowd of fake-ness and plastic gathered around a table. Setting the order on the counter, You move forward.
"Eww, what the hell are you? A fag?" One of the girls squeals as they crowd around Ricky.
"That's exactly what he is. An emo fag." A guy says.
"That's fucking disgusting. No guy should wear makeup. Do the world a favor and slit your wrists, fag." (Enemy/name) chirps.
Your fists dig into your palms as You push your way to them
"What in the hell us going on here?!" You snarl, getting right in their faces.
(Enemy name) pushes your shoulder back. "Don't you have a job you need to do?"
You bare your teeth at her but back away as an idea pops into your head.
Looking over at Ricky, You see him glance up almost as if asking you not to leave. He quickly looks back at the table as they start talking about how girlish he looks.
Snarling the whole time, You stomp into the back right over to the hose You tripped over earlier. Picking it up, You attach it to the faucet of the sink and turn the water on. Dragging it behind me, You walk back out to the front.
(Enemy name) turns around and glances at you. "What are you doing? Fix our drinks like your supposed to."
You smirk as You look at her. "I'm sorry but I have to clean up the dirt and the trash. Starbucks is a clean environment and we hate nastiness." With that, You pull out the garden hose and squeeze the trigger.
Water spews all over them and all of them start squeaking and gasping.
"I WILL NOT HAVE DIRT AND TRASH RESIDING IN MY WORK PLACE. You told me to do my job so I'm doing it!!!"
They all scatter out the door. (Enemy name) screaming, "What the fuck!" And that she was going to sue you.
Whatever.
Once they leave, Ricky stands up and hugs you.
"Thank you." He grins. "That was awesome."
You scratch the back of your head. "No problem."
He smiles again, the light bouncing off of his black spider bites.
"Anyway, I have to go. The guys are blowing up my phone. I guess I'll see you around."
"Yeah." You exchange numbers and You go back to work. Almost as if nothing had happened.
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Okay so. This is actually a scene out of one of my Chris Motionless fan fiction. I copied and pasted all the way up until the word 'whatever' and edited a few parts out so it fits a one shot type format. And I changed it to second person instead of first. This is from my story She Never Made It To The Emergency Room. Check it out sometime.
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