Fairytale Love? Kiss My Ass!

Episode 1

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One

Summer would officially end tomorrow.

This was just actually synonymous with “it’s the end of the world.” Example: Summer ended! Summer ended! Guys, summer just ended! Ah! We’re DOOMED!

Normal people would’ve been crying their hearts out, like, “Why do this to me? Why?” Cheerleaders, well, cheerleaders would’ve been partying all night with jocks. Nerds would’ve been rejoicing with utter triumph because they were…well, nerdy like that.

But none of which I was.

Then what was I?

I wasn’t crying my heart out. I wasn’t rejoicing with utter triumph. I was both. Crying my heart out because of what I found out about Rylance that broke my heart. Rejoicing with utter triumph because sweet, sweet Tammi offered me a treat at Starbucks this early Sunday morning. Yeah, Starbucks was what’s going to save us all from the apocalypse. Because really, a life without Starbucks? Have you been living in a different era?

But on top of that, I was bummed like hell because of the world record long line on the counters when Tammi and I entered the coffee shop. We separated lanes, just for clever reasons, ahem.

After ten years, my lane moved forward, me being the next. Hastily, Tammi inserted herself from behind me. And when it was our turn to order, that was when the word bummer took on a whole different level.

Ah, you were suddenly interested, huh?

“Excuse me, miss,” the dark brown-haired, blue-eyed boy behind the counter with LEVI written on his clip platelet, told Tammi, and I thought I heard a shrill note of something in his tone. He waited till Tammi faced him. “Did you just insert in the lane?”

What the. I peeked promptly at Tammi and saw that she didn’t comprehend. I decided to speak for her. You know, like how best friends should. I faced the clerk. “No, she didn’t. She’s with me.”

When he lifted his dark brown with specks of gold, balanced eyebrows in an unmistakable annoyance was when I realised he was actually attractive. But the next words that were spoken by him completely repelled his attractiveness. “If she’s with you, then why did she insert?”

Okay, this was starting to get bothersome. I taught my eyes how to ballet, cognizant of the extra dramatic effect I hope I pulled off well. “Look, just get our orders and we’re out of this lane.”

And as if to strengthen my statement, complaints from behind me started brewing. Wails like “What’s the hold-up,” “There’s a line here,” “Just give them their damn order already” were pretty much evident. If that wasn’t pressure, then I didn’t know what was.

At this, I crossed my arms against my chest and raised my eyebrows at him, as if to signify, well, pretty boy? You heard them.

But he didn’t waver, not one bit. In fact, he seemed even more peeved. His features started to get rushed. “I’m sorry, but I’ll only be able to get your order. Your friend has to line up again.”

“Well, then, I’m going to take her order with me.” I cracked a grunt. “Two cocoa strawberries.”

Ha.

But unexpectedly (and so anticlimactically), he grinned, quite smug, but it only lasted for a mere second for it was blown away as swift as it appeared. “Then that’ll defeat the purpose, now, won’t it? One cocoa strawberry. That’ll be seven dollars, please.”