Lost

Chapter 1

AUTHORS NOTE - CIRCA 2025. I am republishing this (no clue what it'll do to the dates on your end as readers, if there are any of you) because I rented and watched the new TGWDLM because THAT HAPPENED and now my passions are reignited. I have like six chapters from EONS ago, and might gain the need to continue. If not, I do want to write again, so I guess if you think I could write well years ago, check to see if I'm doing anything now.

Apologies if this is shit. I'm just bored so I'm sitting down and writing this out...

The story begins in a little town called Hatchetfield, one week after the graduation of Paul, Emma, Bill, Sam and Charlotte's high school class. Follow these new adults doing adult-y things in life, as they should after graduation before some head off to college.

Henry Hidgen's, however, was a senior when this years graduating class were sophomores, and now works in Beanie's, the coffee shop where Emma applied for a summer job.

Hidgen's POV

I slammed my hand down on my alarm as it blared it's little bullshit wake up blaring blare noise. I rolled over to face away from the golden halo illuminating my room from my windows, pulling the blanket over my head. I growled as something started walking along the side of the bed before trying to wriggle it's way under my blanket. I ignored it as best as I could, but a little furry body slid it's way under the comforter and laid right up against my face.

"Dammit Alexa!" I huffed, dramatically tossing the blanket away from my face and squinting at the brightness of my room. The small brown tabby kitten meowed and rubbed against my arm, the beginning of her daily ritual in getting me to feed her. I groaned and scratched her head, then slid off of the bed and looked around my small studio apartment.

It had been two years since I had moved out of my parent's house, and they hadn't spoken to me since. They wanted nothing to do with me, and I made no effort in speaking with them. I was saving up for bigger, better things, already working my way through community college to get the base classes I'd need to pursue the sciences.

I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a container of wet cat food, opened it, and scooped a little bit into a bowl and set it on the ground. Alexa finally stopped meowing like a little madman, and instead, started chowing down on her breakfast. I pulled out a pan and set it over a low flame, cracking two eggs into the pan and waiting for the whites to cook. I was still trying to find the perfect way to make sunny-side up eggs, but I haven't quite figured that out yet.

As I waiting for the whites to cook, I turned on the "Rent" soundtrack and played "La Vie Boheme" and danced around singing in my underwear. It was finally warm weather in Hatchetfield, so that meant no more sleeping in industrial strength hoodies, sweatpants and blankets. The temperature was finally comfortable; finally perfect. Too bad I have to spend most of my perfect day at work training the newbie employee.  Something in me wants to muscle through it just so at the end of the shift I can tell my boss that I'm done. And to suck a fat one.

My daydreams of quitting Beanies were interrupted by the spitting and sizzling of the frying eggs in the pan. I grabbed a spatula and a plate and set the plate on the counter to pick the pan up, trying to scoop and slide the eggs onto the plate without rupturing the thin yolk membrane.

"Fuckin-mission failed..." I grumbled to myself as I dropped the eggs yolk-down on the plate, ruining the breakfast that could have been. Alexa jumped up onto the counter and I scratched her chin, mumbling, "Why can't they make a robot that cooks the perfect sunnyside up eggs, huh Alexa..?"

Time Skip

Because of my botched attempt to make a good breakfast, I showed up to work early in a blue turtleneck and joggers and my work clothes in a bag I carried with me. Before I clocked in, I bought a coffee and a breakfast sandwich, which was hardly satisfactory, but it would do.

I finally changed into the button up and black shorts, throwing the apron and visor on, tucking some unruly curls under the visor. My manager, Nora, walked in with a young, short girl in tow.

"This, Henry, is your new assignment. Meet Emma," Nora explained introducing me to the rather crabby-looking newbie barista. She waved half-assedly, flashing an unconvincing smile. I waved back as Nora retreated back to her duties.

Emma was holding her uniform in her hands and asked, "So do I have to change or..." and I just pointed to the bathroom. This was about to be a long day..

Yea see it's shitty because I wrote it in like fifteen minutes but I hope you enjoyed it..? It'll pick up in the next chapter. That's when Ted will come in OooooOOOOooOOooOooooo. I'll probably write that tonight as well.