Yes, yes I know you were probably expecting the song fic… but it's ok! I brought another one-shot! (Maybe a two-shot, but read the story and then I'll talk about that.)
This song has been in my head for days and it's really cute! And Kristin Chenoweth is amazing! Ever since I saw her on Glee-
Nudge: Do you really have to relate everything back to Glee, Sam?
S: Pfft, why not?!
Enjoy!
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The golden bell rung as soon as I opened the door. Ah, Starbucks, my favourite coffee shop. The sweet smell of espresso and cinnamon sticks filled the air instantly. I smiled and looked around the place. No body was here at all. Of course, what would you expect; it was 8:11 in the morning.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a boy come out from the back entrance and my heart stopped for a split second. It was him. The second reason why I come here so often, every chilly morning.
I was slowly walking up to the counter when he flicked his head around to look at me. He smiled simply and said "How are you?". When he said those three words I could swear my heart grew wings.
I had no idea how I got there, but now I was leaning my arms against the counter and looking down at the chocolate wood. It was then I decided that I should be brave and talk to him. In a proper, formal way. And try not to mess anything up. Although it would be difficult.
Looking up at his beautiful face I replied. "Fine, and my name's Max." Oh. He didn't ask for a name. Hmm, maybe he won't notice.
"Hey." He said casually. I bit my lip, trying not to say a few more words. Oh, but I had to say something. Otherwise that would be plane rude. "Yeah, my name is Max." What an idiot, I just said that. Something else, say something else. "And thankyou for the extra foam." Well that was just smooth. "For, uh… the latte yesterday. Thanks." I smiled meekly.
He looked at me for a couple of seconds and laughed a little. That sweet laugh could brighten up my day even if all my relatives had died. Just a little scenario for you there. "My name's Fang." The latte boy spoke.
Fang. It suited him. Fang, the Latte boy. Okay, so the name was lame, but you had to admit, it did have a ring to it. He wasn't only bringing me coffee, he was bringing me joy, just by the words he spoke. I love him. I always had, ever since I first laid eyes on him.
I had noticed that we both hadn't said anything in a while. It was still 8:11, but it seemed like forever. Hoping to hear him talk to me, I decided to start a conversation. Then I noticed something by the side of the cupboards. "Do you play guitar?" I blurted out, as I gestured to the wooden instrument.
Fang scratched his chin before answering me. "Umm, yeah. You?"
"No. I do sing though. Though it's mainly at home and in a few bars." Nice going Max. He now thinks you're poor.
He smiled that smile that made my heart leap. "Awesome. I'd bet you sound great."
I blushed at his words. Now I wanted to show him my poem musical I'd been working on. But that would maybe be too inappropriate.
Suddenly, Fang started up a conversation. I was hoping this meant he really liked me. "Tomorrow I'm uh, playing in a band down in the village in the basement of a bar – if you wanna come see?"
I bit my lip once again and my stomach turned into a knot. "Sure! I'd love to. Oh and, can I please get a tall double latte?" I'd almost forgot to order my usual. Can't survive without my daily pickup standing at the counter – he was also making my coffee, which was nice too.
As he smoothly flipped the lever to prepare my double latte, I noticed for me he made it triple. I beamed on the inside at this gesture. I think he didn't want me to know. In a matter of seconds he sprinkled some chocolate dust over the top, and slid me my beverage. My triple beverage. Call me crazy, but this could be a sign of affection.
Fang then mumbled something under his breath. "Pardon?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Um, nothing."
"Oh." It was again silent. Time for another conversation starter. I grabbed my triple latte and held it in my hands. "Wh-what time are you playing? Oh, and thankyou for the extra skim." I shyly said.
"Keep the $3.55." He read my mind. "It's on me." Fang winked whilst leaning back on the coffee machine. Fang the Latte boy. Boy, that'll never get old.
I've never really felt this way about anyone before. And I would die if he knew my feelings towards him. The only guy I've ever loved before… I was too scared to get close to him. Ever since then I felt like I would run when love rushed toward me. But finally a voice has whispered in my ear 'Love can be yours, if you step out to the counter and order.' Weird, huh? I slowly took a swing of my latte, letting the hot drink sink into my stomach. It felt good. Almost as good as when I talked to Fang.
"One o'clock." My thoughts were cut off when he spoke once more. "I'm playing at one o'clock." I looked directly towards him now, and there was something in his eyes. Confusing, longing, perhaps?
I definitely wasn't expecting him to grab my free hand and cover it with his own. "I'd really want you to come. Max." The way he said my name – it sent shivers from my head all the way to my toes.
"D-don't worry, I will. Fang." And the way I said his name. It sounded perfect. So right.
But that moment was ruined as he soon let go of my hand and ran his hand through his hair, ever so perfectly. "God, I'm sorry. We've only met a few times and…" Fang voice's trailer off into the distance.
"I know." I said meekly. "But I think it's kind of magical." Mother F, did I just say that? Ugh. Nevertheless, I smiled at him not showing the humiliation of my face.
"The magic has begun." He said, looking more cheerful than before. "See you at one?"
"Y-yeah. Of course." I glanced at my watch quickly and took another sip of my triple latte. 8:25. "Sorry, I should head off."
"Oh." Fang stated, sounding disappointed. "Enjoy your day – I'll see you there."
I was raging on the inside to say 'Let's ditch the bar and go on a date!' but I think that would've been really out of place. "Bye."
As I walked out of Starbucks and heard that bell ring once again, I promised myself something. I would no longer run. I wanted to be with Fang, even if he hurts me. Taking chances was my resolution. It might not be the smartest, but whatever.
So many years my heart has waited to find someone like him. Who'd have thought that love could be so caffeinated?
Fang the Latte boy. I love him, I love him, I love him.
There's a boy who works at Starbucks
Who is very inspirational.
He is very inspirational because of many things.I come in at 8:11, and he smiles and says, "How are you?"
When he smiles and says, "How are you?"
I could swear my heart grows wings!So today at 8:11
I decided I should meet him
I decided I should meet him
In a proper formal way.So today at 8:11 when he smiled and said "How are you?"
I said "Fine, and my name's Kristin,"
And he softly answered, "Hey."
And I said "My name's Kristin, and thank you for the extra foam…"And he said his name was Taylor,
Which provides the inspiration for thispoem:Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Oh Taylor the latte boy,
Ilovehim, I love him, I love him…So I'd like to get my nerve up
To recite my poem musical.
He would like the fact it's musical
Because he playsguitar.
So today at 8:11, Taylor told me he was playing
In a band down in the village in thebasementof a bar.And he smoothly flipped the lever to prepare my double latte,
But for me he made it triple! And he didn't think I knew
But I saw him flip the lever, and for me he made it triple,
And I knew that triple latte meant that Taylor loved me too!
I said, "What time are you playing? And thank you for the extra skim…"
He said, "Keep the $3.55," because this triple latte was on him.Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Oh Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…I used to be the kind of girl
Who'd run when love rushed toward her.
But finally a voice whispered, "Love can be yours,
If you step up to the counter and order."Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…So many years my heart has waited,
Who'd have thought that love could be so caffeinated?
Taylor, the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him.
I love him, I love him, I love him.
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Now, about that two-shot. I was thinking about doing one in Fang's point of view. Just for something fun. And then I PROMISE I will do the song fic.
N: Promise?
S: Yes, yes.
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