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@naomi-cardyn
"Yeah thatâs fucking bullshit, go fuck yourself." Bryce yelled into the end of his cellphone. Seeing the person watching him, his eyes fell on them "What the fuck are you looking at, want a show?" Bryce snarled glaring back at the shadow.
Naomi moved her hair off her face, unfazed by his sudden turn of attention towards her. "I already got it." she smiled, clapping her hands together. "That's not a pretty face." she said, referring to the obvious rage and frustration he showed.Â
Oh the girls of Hasting, Iâm Landon and us meeting is inevitable.
Do me a favor and staple all your fingers together.
I dropped my guitar pick in the hole.
Iâm sorry. Itâs never happened before.
My parents hate you but I kinda miss you so okay.
Yeah, I know but they're also afraid of me so they can't kick me out. Works out for everyone.
I dropped my guitar pick in the hole.
Por favor.
I swear, you're so careless. You have to be careful with these things.
I'm sleeping over, by the way.
I dropped my guitar pick in the hole.
Now I have no idea what to do with my life.
..Do you want me to get it out for you?
Whenever Milly says sheâs going to make you have some fun, donât go along with it - because you end up just feeling more shit than you did to start off with
That's no way to talk about someone who gave you your first, and probably last, kiss.
Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People
â..Oh, wow, yeah.Thatâs the coolest fucking story Iâve ever heard in my entire life. Thatâs insane. Is it⊠Can I hear it again, do you have time?â
Yeah, you didn't hear a word I said, did you?
Coffee and Company | Alaska & Naomi
Alaska took the order of the man who walked up to the counter, jotting it down on a cup and walking back towards the espresso machine. âListen, I just want to get through this shift without trouble. After this, we just wonât have to work together again-weâll just not have the same shift. Is that so bad?â She started to mix the drink that the man ordered, trying to keep her voice down so that customers wouldnât hear and still be heard over the espresso machine to Naomi.
Alaska didnât particularly want to spend entire shifts at Starbucks being called âhonâ and listening to all of Naomiâs church jokes. She was already tired of having to listen to other people call her a slut and the town whore, and at least at work, the people were civil-and if Naomi was going to come in here and ruin everything, Alaska figured that she might as well quit, because, frankly, she didnât want to deal with Naomi again.
Turning with her eyebrow raised for a moment before calling out the drink in her hand and setting it out for the customer to pick up, Alaska paused. Was she being genuine? Or was this all just an elaborate scheme? Alaska wouldnât put it past Naomi to concoct a big plan just to fuck Alaska over-but Alaska didnât want to be rude. She wanted to believe that they can both just get through work without grating each othersâ nerves down to nothing. âSure.â
Naomi turned away, taking the next order. She couldn't quite tell if Alaska knew what she was up to. It wasn't a secret that the girl was a genius. However, she also knew about her "whoring" around. If she hadn't caught on, it would definitely confirm her theory that the girl was nothing but book smart and unfortunately would be to Naomi's advantage. The only thing that would keep her from going too low was the fact that this was purely for her entertainment purposes.
Naomi shook her head, "No, it's fine. If either of us thinks we can't handle the other, then that person switches shifts, no problem. " she said, basically challenging the other girl. It was a simple game; whoever stayed on the shift would be superior in comparison to the other. At least, that's how it was through Naomi's eyes. It was a little childish, but the dark-haired girl liked to think it was playful and in all honesty she didn't care what other people thought as long as everything went her way in the end.Â
The door swung open again, allowing a woman and a rather large group of energetic, noisy little kids inside. Two boys among the kids teased what seemed to be the youngest sister while the oldest sister complained about having to share a drink with her siblings. Naomi's eyebrows raised before she backed away from the front counter. She picked a small cup from the stack and filled it with water. She sipped it slowly, watching the blond as if she automatically got the message. Â "I think you've got this one." she whispered, giving her a small smile.
Pleasant as ever, Naomi.
Howâs your summer going?
That's me. Pleasant.
Could be better. I'm either inside, so I don't have to see the rest of you or working, which isn't too bad.
Whyâs it so quiet?
Because everyone's actually doing something more worth their time rather than asking that stupid question.Â
Can you please leave me alone? It would be greatly appreciated.
Yeah, it's not that simple but if you actually buy something instead of just using our wifi then I'll maybe consider it.Â
Canât you see that I want to be alone?
Oh, no I did. I just didn't want to give you the satisfaction of actually being alone.
Coffee and Company | Alaska & Naomi
Alaska didnât mind work so much. Starbucks wasnât such a bad place to work-there was wifi for when things were closed, and an employee discount kept Alaska with tea in her hand. She slipped her apron on, tying her blonde curls back and washing her hands. Alaska was fairly good at her job-it wasnât something that sheâd brag about, but as long as she kept her head down and got her work done efficiently and well, then there would be no problems in keeping her job. And for that, Alaska was grateful.
She still hadnât met all of the other employees, but the people that she had worked shifts with so far had been pretty relaxed and fun to be around-and she didnât mind that so much. She wouldnât go out and hang out with these people outside of work, but while they were having slow patches during shifts, they were interesting enough and nice people to talk to. Alaska was actually starting to like work enough to not watch the clock every second.
As she emerged from the back room, however, tying up her green apron, she heard a voice that she hoped that she wasnât. âOh, jesus,â Alaska muttered, turning and seeing Naomi standing next to the blender. She went and stood next to the register, waiting for the next person to come forward to order. âYou work here too? Kill me now.â
Too? Naomi eyed the green apron the other girl sported, identical to the one she threw on every time she came in for work. "No. Fucking. Way." she muttered under her breath, the annoyance in her expression becoming more prominent. She couldn't believe she couldn't put the pieces together herself sooner. She had plenty of time to switch shifts before coming in five minutes ago. It was bad enough how close school was getting once again; now she had to share her "special place" with someone who irritated the hell out of her for who knows how long.
As the blender finally stopped causing so much noise, she pressed a button and pulled the pitcher off, pouring the drink into the cup as gently as she could. Thinking about it now, she realized she could easily turn this to her advantage. While she could still enjoy seeing her new coworker fail on her own, she could also have a little fun herself by being the reason the blonde made a fool out of herself.
"You know," she drawled, topping the finished drink with a spiral of whipped cream. Popping a lid onto the cup, she slid it onto the pick-up counter and called out both the drink and the customer's name. She turned back to the blonde, a smile spreading onto her face. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. I mean, we're gonna have to get along sooner or later now that we both work this shift."
Coffee and Company | Alaska & Naomi
After clocking in and pulling her hair up into a ponytail, the dark-haired girl threw on her green apron and washed her hands as a customer or two walked in. Life wasn't as terrible when she came to work, despite actually having to work. She got to be around one of her favorite things all day and she got an employee discount along with it.Â
Her boss had told her she'd be working with the new girl today, and from what he told her the girl was supposed to be a genius and a "natural." That didn't matter to her though, an employee was an employee and as far as she knew the longer you worked here, the higher in rank you were. She was going to have the liberty of laughing at her new co-worker's mistakes no matter what; who could ever ask for more?
Taking one of the cups and reading the order off, she began throwing ingredients into the blender while the door swung open again, revealing a familiar blonde. She closed the container, letting the drink blend for a little while. She leaned on the counter, waiting for it to finish. "Church is a long way off from here, hon." she said, just loud enough for her to hear in order to avoid any of the customers' attention.Â
I donât know. Anywhere but here, you know.
Sometimes I wonder what it feels like. Then I remind myself itâs not worth all that commitment shit.Â
Yeah, I get it. It sounds like the life for me. Going wherever. I'd kill to get out of here.
It's really not. Disappointment is inevitable.Â
Because with enough luck Iâll be out of this town by September.Â
Sure, itâll be great. But by then everyone will be fucked up from dealing with heartbreak and shit.
Oh, but that's better. Where you going? Some of us aren't as lucky. Well, yet.
That's the best part though. Not being a part of it.
