starbucks lover is not amused. [francis]

[maddison parker]

Maddie entered the old coffee shop and her vibrant green eyes studied her surroundings. 'Well it's definitely old' she thought to herself as she slightly scrunched up her nose. Oh what she wouldn't do for a Starbucks. Maddison loved Starbucks, if she could then she would live there but unfortunately this old shop was definitely not her beloved Starbucks. However, she had to make do and she headed over to the counter and asked for a coffee with sugar and milk. Once she had paid for her drink and thanked the guy at the counter, she glanced around and looked for a seat. The shop was quite empty except for some teenagers who she guessed were students at Orchid and she took at seat at a small table next to a large window. As she awaited her drink, she looked out of the window and glanced at everyone who passed by. Her coffee appeared several minutes later and Maddie gratefully took it before rummaging in her right pocket of her skinny jeans and pulled out her green ipod. She placed the earphones into her ears and switched the mp3 player on before taking a sip of her coffee. Maddison wrinkled her nose as she burnt her tongue on the drink. After placing it down on the table to cool off, she returned to looking through the window beside her.

[francis cohn]

Francis Cohn was dying for a cup of coffee. There was nothing at all that could substitute for coffee. He had been craving something all morning: he’d smoked a full twenty deck of cigarettes in under an hour and that hadn’t satisfied him, he’d washed his hair twice, he’d coloured in, he’d organised everything in his room and now it had hit him. He needed a cup of joe. So here he was, at the bookshop slash coffee shop slash tea house slash whatever.

Francis’ platinum blonde hair was fluffy and soft but his scalp was aching from the obsessive scrubbing he’d undergone. He was wearing a red t-shirt with a happy looking cartoon on it and a pair of blue skinny jeans that were hanging half-way down his skinny ass. Although he was wearing two belts they didn’t seem to be helping his situation. He wasn’t the sort of boy that wore a jacket on a cold day and so his arms were covered in goosebumps and his hairs were all standing on end.

Without even thinking about it, the teenage boy ordered himself a black coffee with two sugars and took it to a seat. Within seconds of sitting down, Francis noticed a girl he wanted to talk to and instantly made his way over to her – she was sitting alone, therefore he could talk to her. “Hey there,” he said with a charming smile, “What’s that you’re enjoying?”

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