Banging on my door is what wakes me up.

"Fucking really? Why the hell is someone banging at my door at... Eleven at night?" I drag myself to the door and swing it open.

"How may I help-"

This fucking bitch

I go to slam the door shut but he jams his foot in the doorjam.

"The fuck do you want? It's eleven at night and I was sleeping."

"I got sent to bring something somewhere up here. Where's room-" I shove the blonde from before out the door and slam it shut, locking the locks afterwards and head towards my bed.

*

"Gah!" The light from the windows burns my eyes, making me get up to the kitchen.

Once I'm dressed, I head out the door to my job at Starbucks.

"Hey, are you Mitch?" A girl with short blonde hair, two eyebrow piercings and a nose ring comes up to me.

"That's me."

"Awesome! My name's Kirstie, I'm your coworker and guide. Let's start, shall we?" I nod and she hands me a green apron with the Starbucks logo on it. I quickly slip it on and follow Kirstie behind the counter.

"All you do is take people's orders, write it down, read it back to them, and if they agree put it on this clip and turn it so if faces the window. Got it?" I nod and Kirstie leads me to a registar.

"Welcome to Starbucks, how may I help you?"

"Two iced coffees?"

"Decaf or regular?"

"One of each please."

"So that's one decaf iced coffee and one regular iced coffee?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Alright, your total is 3.57." The guy hands her a five and tells her to keep the change.

"Your order will be with you shortly."
The guy walks back to his table and I see him.

WHY DOES HE FOLLOW ME EVERYWHERE!!??!

"Got that Mitch?" I nod and turn to the registar, taking out a notepad and a pencil from my apron pocket. And of fucking course, he walks up to me. ME. Why not Kirstie god damn it!?

"We meet again."

"Yeah, we do. What's your order?"

"Coffee jelly frappuchino." (Is that how you spell it? Idk)

"Whipped cream?"

"Mitch, all fraps come with whipped cream silly."

"Oh. My bad. That it?"

"Yup."

"One coffee jelly frappuchino?"

"Yeah."

"Gotcha. It'll be here shortly, your total is..." I search through the frapps and place the order in, getting the total.

"2.16." The blonde hands me the money due and a piece of paper.

"Call me."

"Why should I? You called me a queer yesterday."

"Um..."

"Have a good day, sir."

"Scott. The name's Scott." Scott walks away and his order comes out just as he sits down. I write his name on the cup in sharpie and a small message.

"Coffee jelly frappuchino for Scott!" Scott walks back and takes his drink, a hint of... Sadness? In his eyes? I'm not sure.

"Next please!" A small line forms in front of me and I happily take each one, like absolutely nothing happened just then.

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"Closing time guys!" I hang up my apron and walk out the door, Kirstie shortly behind me.

"Hey, you wanna hang at my place? Not flirting, I'm taken. Just putting that out there."

"I'm gay."

"Straight forward. I like it. So how about it? My boyfriend's working the night shift."

"I would love to, but I'm performing at a bar tonight. I need the extra cash."

"I'll come with. It sounds cool." We walk back to my place and get to the elevators. I hit the close door button and once again, Scott yells at me to open the doors. I act like I didn't see him, but Kirstie hits the button.

God damnit.

"Mitch, please listen."

"I will not listen to someone who called me a queer just because you took one look at me. Yes, I am gay. That does not mean you get to throw me around. So you know what Scott? Fuck off. Don't talk to me."

"Is this about what happened in high school?" I ignore him and as soon as the elevator doors open walk to my apartment door.

"Mitch, that was six years ago. You seriously can't still be upset over it!"

"Breaking my sister's heart and your friends making fun of her to the point where she ran away and then died in a car crash is something I will always be upset over. Leave me alone Scott Hoying."

Tears fall down my face as I remember Jessa. Scott was my best friend at the time, and him and my sister hit it off pretty well. They started to date and then one day Scott was making out with another girl. Jessa had come to me crying to which I calmed her down after some time, but she got called a slut and whore, stuff on those lines. She ran away because she couldn't deal with it then got into a car crash with a tractor trailer.

"What was that?" Kirstie asks. I honestly forgot she was there.

"A dark past of mine. I don't wanna go into detail. Not yet."

"I understand, Mitch." I change shirts really quick before we head out to the bar.

*

"Mitch, there you are!" My uncle says to me.

"Is this a friend?"

"Yeah, she works at Starbucks with me. Kirst, this is my uncle Dave. Uncle Dave, this is Kirstie." They shake hands and Kirstie goes to find a seat while I grab the guitar and head up on stage to play.

So we learned some of Mitch's past. He had a sister, whom which Scott dated. But my question is, why did Scott have pain in his eyes when he got his frap from Mitch? Why does Scott suddenly care about talking to Mitch? Just wait and see...