The Kids From Yesterday

The bus ride seemed longer than usual today. I gave Mikey and earphone, and we sat in silence as I stared out the window. It was drizzling ever so slightly, and I liked to watch the drops fall down the glass. Not even the rain could dampen my mood today.

When we we got to the store, Frank and Ray were already outside, leaning on the wall. Frank saw us first, and beamed at me. Man, he was adorable. I blushed slightly and smiled back. Ray saw us across the street too and waved, calling "Hey!"
Mikey speed-walked across the road, and did this weird handshake with Ray that leashed at least thirty seconds. I smiled at Frank. It was the beginning of December, so like every other day this week I was wrapped up in a grey scarf and a black, somehow smart coat. Frank had a black Guns N Roses hoodie and skeleton gloves, and Ray was wearing just a brown leather jacket. As usual, Mikey was wearing the full works: Scarf, coat, hat, gloves, earmuffs, the lot. He got cold really easily.
"I gotta say, I'm flattered you both got here so early." I grinned, and Ray laughed.
"Frank came to my house and woke me, I didn't have a choice." This made me even happier. Frank was eager to see me?
I corrected myself. Us. Mikey too, remember?
i laughed as I unlocked the doors. I held the door for them all. Frank was the last to enter, and he smiled shyly at me as he did, catching my eye. I blushed again. Damn it, Gerard ...
"Again, make yourself at home, guys," I said, clearing my throat and switching on the lights. There was a coat stand by he front counter, and I took mine and Mikey's and put them on there. And all the other "gear" Mikey was wearing. I rolled my eyes as it took him at least half a minute to take it all off. There was a note on the desk from my manager, announcing that he was still ill, so I was in charge again today. Boy, he sure did trust me a lot. I felt a little touched.
Frank wemt straight to the CDs, and had to stand on his tip-toes to see the top rack. Dammit, Frank, you're so fricking cute ...
Ray went straight to the guitars.
"Who wants coffee?"Mikey called, walking towards the doors.
"I'll get it Mikes," I said, waking from behind the counter. "As long as you watch the shop. I'm trusting you here." I grinned at him and he agreed.
"I'll come too." Frank said as I was about to leave the shop, jogging over and grinning. I smiled at him and said goodbye to the others.

The the coffee shop was literally across the road, but Frank had insisted on coming anyway to help carry the coffee.
"So, how's life in the work industry?" Frank asked, holding the shop door open for me.
"Eh, it's okay I guess. It's money, so..." I grinned, and he laughed his throaty, hoarse, yet amazing laugh.
"Yeah, I've started looking for jobs, but I can't find any interesting ones. I refuse to work in a crappy cafe."
One of the waitresses glared at Frank as she walked past with a tray in each hand. He laughed when she'd gone. "Oops. Looks like I won't have the greatest reputation here." He said as we reached the counter. He leant against it waiting for someone to take our orders. I laughed. Then a thought occurred to me.
"Hey, does Ray have a job?"
"Yeah. He works in a crappy cafe." He laughed. "Why?"
"I just thought, y'know, if you really wanted to, I could ask my manager if you could have a job in the store?"
"that'd be great!" He beamed. "I really like it in that little shop. It's not too over-crowded,but not too empty either." His grin turned into his lop-sided half smile, the one that I adored, and, despite that I only met him yesterday, would recognise anywhere. You could've stuck it on Donald Trumps face and I still would've known it belonged to Frank.
I smiled back, and noticed how pretty his eyes were. They were brown, but they had little green and gold flecks in them. They made them look slightly hazel.
"Can I help?" Asked the lady behind the counter who seemed to have teleported out of thin air.
"Er, yeah," I began. "Um, two black coffees please, and ..." I looked over at Frank for help. I knew me and Mikey had plain black, but I had no idea what Frank and Ray liked.
"Make that four black coffees, please." Frank smiled his signature half grin at her, and it kind of annoyed me. I don't know why, it just ... Did.
"Okay. That'll be five dollars, please." I started digging in my jeans pocket, but before I could find anything, Frank had already handed her the full five dollars.
"Can we get that to take away, please?" He asked.
"Of course. Have a seat if you like, it won't take long."
"Thank you." Frank lead me over to a seat by the window facing the store, a simple cream sofa behind a coffe table.
"Here..." I said, digging the crumpled notes out of my pocket. "This is for me and Mikey's drinks."
I held out my hand to him, but he just shook his head, pushing my hand away. My hand froze at the touch of his warm hand.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it." Again, the same crooked grin. Oh, God, why did he have to do that ...
"No, really, take it." I put it down on the table, and he shook his head.
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Cause you're my friend, and friends pay for friends coffees." His smile grew wider, and I couldn't help but smirk back.
"I like the sound of that. But I pay next time, okay?"
"Well, if you insist." He smirked, and it was different to his half grin. More mishevious. But just as adorable.

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Hey guys :3 so yeah FREARD :D hope you like ;) sorry it's short, I'm writing the next right now. ;)