Alright, so this is a pretty generic plot, but I still really like it. More people and different bands will be coming in soon. I promise. It's not going to be all these guys the whole freaking time.[;
But yeah, I hope you like it, because I really do. Like, really really do.
[Sage Harris' Point Of View]
I walked down the street with both of my hands stuffed in the deep pockets of my tick fluffy winter jacket. Snow swirled all around me, and stuck to my eye lashes, making them a little heavier than usual. I smiled, though, as music blared in my ears and I mouthed the words along, snow falling into my mouth a little. The hood of my jacket was turning white as the snow fell upon the fur- looking fluff that covered the outside rim. I looked up just in time to see the building that was Starbucks right across the street, and smiled knowing that I'd be out of the cold in a few seconds. I pocketed my iPod, and sprinted across the street, barging through the doors as soon as I got there. I inhaled sharply, taking in the warm sweet smelling air, and looked over at my best friend Vienna who was manning the counter alone.
"Someone's a little late." She smiled as I walked behind the counter and hung up my jacket.
"I know, I know. My car wouldn't start again, and I had to walk the whole five blocks here." She laughed a little and tossed me the knit beanie that I had to wear for work. I slipped the black and green apron on, and turned to take Vienna's position. Today was my day to put up with all the bitchy teenagers.
"Yo, Sage!" I looked up, and grimaced as a pair of teenagers walked up to the counter. "Can we get the normal?" The shorter of the two asked, licking his lips and winking. I just rolled my eyes, and looked at the second one.
"You paying for Hart again, Shaddix?" The teen in front of me licked his lips again, and turned to the taller boy. He laughed and turned back to me.
"Fuck no. That ass can pay for himself."
"Three eighty. Both of you. Vee, one gingersnap latte, and one peppermint white chocolate mocha." Both of the boys handed me fives, and I noticed James' eyes jet to behind to counter, watching Vienna work. He watched her with total lust in his eyes, and he smirked a little.
"So, Vee. When do you get off of work tonight? I'd like to take you out on a date to the movies or something." I turned to see my best friend not ever bother to turn around, and answered with a small,
"Seven. Oh, and not happening." James' face dropped, and he looked rather angry.
"Good, I didn't really want to date you anyways. No one would ever want to date a pig like you." My mouth dropped, and I was about to reach over the counter and smack a hoe, but before I could, James' pipping hot peppermint white chocolate mocha spilled all over his face. He screamed, and picked up a chunk of napkins to get the steaming liquid off of his face. "You fucking cunt! You're going to fucking regret that, you skank! Jacoby, we're leaving." Jacoby hesitated to follow him, but grabbed his drink out of my hand, and hurried after the fuming teen. I turned and high- fived Vienna, smiling.
"Priceless, dude. Priceless." She smiled, and looked at the rest of the people in the building.
"Hey, there's nothing to look at anymore." Everyone turned their eyes away, and sipped nonchalantly at their drinks. Vee sighed, and walked to the front of the counter to start cleaning up the new mess. "I swear to God, if we weren't getting paid ten bucks an hour to work here, I'd quit." I nodded my head in agreement. Sixty bucks a day was a good deal for a seventeen year old, and a sixteen year old who was about to turn seventeen.
She finished cleaning, and walked back behind the counter while mumbling a small, "Here we go again," just as a giant mass of black walked through the door. Four of the six men were pretty tall, standing at least a good head taller than myself, one of them was giant, and the last of the six was tiny, but still a good half a head taller. Two girls trailed after them, and again, one of them was taller than I was, and one of them was a lot shorter. Every single person in the group of eight had all black on, their almost white skin seeming even whiter in contrast with the dark clothes draped over their bodies.
The taller of the group was the first to make it over to the counter. He smiled down at me, and I looked up at him to return the smile, but froze up. "Hello," He grinned wider, the three piercings lining his bottom lip caught the light, "I would like a peppermint mocha twist, please. Extra hot. It's FFC outside, man." I nodded, and mumbled the price, extending my hand for the money. I pulled my hand back, but his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, bending down to read the tattoo that wrapped around it. "... Black on black on black." He read it aloud quietly, and looked up at me with the biggest grin on his face. "And here I was just thinking that you were naturally shy." I scoffed, and pulled my hand back.
"Don't start getting cocky with me, boy." He just laughed, and took the cup of hot coffee that Vee had just brought up.
"And hello to you, too." He looked back behind me, and smiled at my partner. I heard a small noise behind me that almost sounded like a squeak, and Vee was suddenly next to me. Chris studied both of us for a second, then smiled,
"I remember both of you guys from the last few shows."
"We've been to all of them here. Which, you know, seeing as how we kind of live in the same town..." She smiled and looked down, blushing a little. Chris laughed a little, and reached out to touch her shoulder.
"Vienna, right?" She nodded, and he smiled again. God, that child smiles a lot. "Sweet, I remembered!" He winked at her, then turned to me, thanking me for the drink before walking off to find a table big enough for eight. Most of the group followed him, obviously not wanting to get anything to drink, but a few of them stepped up to the counter.
"Just a black coffee, please." I looked up, and refrained from squealing as Ryan looked down at me.
"Uh, two dollars," he paid and took his drink, quickly sitting down next to Angelo. I shook my head, and looked up to be met with two pale green eyes staring down at me. I gulped, and lost my balance, stumbling backwards a little. It's something I do when I'm taken off guard. His eyes widened, and his hand shot forward in an attempt to catch me.
"Are you okay?" I nodded, and opened my mouth to say something, but was cut off by Chris.
"She'll be fine, Josh. We've just got two home town fans on our hands. Hey! That almost rhymed!" I snickered, then flicked my gaze up to the shorter man, turning scarlet once I saw the small smile creeping onto his face. I looked down, and turned around, shoving Vienna a little.
"What do you want?" She asked with an irritated tone, hitting me with her towel.
"Please, just take his order. I'll make it, just take it." She turned around, and looked at who it was before turning back around and laughing loudly.
"Nooopppe. Go." She shoved me back towards the counter, making me stumble into it. I looked up, and smiled shyly at both of the boys.
"Hi," Chris just looked at me with a smirk on his face, and raised one of his eyebrows.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay? You're looking a little, uh, pale." I just turned red again, and looked at all the different buttons on the cash register.
"I- I'm fine. C- Can I t- take your, uh, order?"
"What was that? I couldn't here you through all the stuttering." I shot my head up, and glared at Chris.
"Shut the fuck up, Chris. Go sit back down, I wasn't even talking to you." He just let out a loud laugh and walked back over to the table to sit down. I pulled the metal ring on my lip into my mouth, and looked back up at the man in front of me. He had a small, adorable smile on his face, and he let out a tiny laugh.
"You don't have to be scared, ya know. I don't bi-"
"I'm not scared! Just tell me what you want, Josh." He laughed again, and put a hand on my shoulder. Fuck, there goes those butterflies again.
"Can I just have a large cup of hot chocolate?" I sighed, and extended my hand for the five that he was fishing out of his wallet. "Oh, I like your tattoo, by the way."
"I have cooler."
"Jeez, how old are you?"
"Sixteen." He looked down at me, and frowned.
"My cousin runs the local tattoo parlor." He nodded, then smiled down at me.
"How many are Motionless related."
"You don't even know my name."
"It's Sage. Name tags are amazing. Now, answer my question?"
"Six. Now, here's your drink." He took it, then handed me the five and walked off. Great, I get to keep the change. I put the five in the register, and looked up at the tiny male in front of me. "God dammit, what do you want, TJ?" He frowned, and put a hurt look on his face.
"Wow, uhm, angry much?" I frowned, then shook my head.
"No, I just want all the butterflies to go away, and with you standing in front of me, that's not going to happen." He grinned, and ordered his drink. "Four fifteen, please." He handed me a five, then told me to keep the change. I put the five with the others, and noticed a small, white piece of paper behind it. I picked it up, and looked at TJ who just took the drink out of Vee's hand, winked, and sat back down. I unfolded it, and made a sound that sounded like something close to a squeak. Vienna walked up behind me, and looked over my shoulder.
"What is it?" I turned, and smiled a little while shaking my head.
"His number. Idiot." Vee laughed, and took the piece of paper from me.
"More like a creeper." I lunged, trying to get the paper from her, and she just laughed and eyed me. "You actually want it?" I placed my hands on my hips, and sighed.
"Have you seen the child?" There was a small ringing noise, and both us turned to see the mob of black walking out of the door. I sat on the floor behind the counter, and looked up at Vee who had an amused look on her face. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing. So, you're keeping it?"
So, yeah. Again, I hope you liked it.
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