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Your alarm went off, you woke up, it was monday. I think we can all agree that monday is the worse day and even more so when you work at Starbucks. Oh well money has to Come one way or another and by that reason alone you get up and get dressed in navy Jeans and a white shirt, probably one of the only things in your closet that machted the dress code.
You go put on some black vans and get out of the apartament.
On your way to your car you see the one and only Micheal.
"Yo [enter name here] whatcha doin"?" Micheal says in the accent you"d expect from someone wearing sunglasses at night and indoors and probably to sleep too.
"I"m going to work" very enthusiastic.
"Awwww too bad, I was gonna make you do drugs with me" Micheal why would you admit that infront of an apartament with a camera?
"Too bad I have a work.........YOU WHERE GONNA WHAT NOW???" took you long enough to realise what he said.
"Nothin" just forget it" He walks back into the apartament building.
Whatever you don"t have time for this. You walk to your car and get going, raging at just a few people who were driving so slow it makes me, the author, mad.
You get to Sturbuks just a few 15 minutes later then you wanted, you were still early but late nonetheless... if that makes sense.
Anyway you put on your apron and hat and just chat with the other workers while you still can.
Then.....The sign gets flipped. It is now pure chaos, people are fighting to be the first in line even tho you have no idea where they came from. You just look at the battle until two teens run past the fight and get to the counter.
"I"d like a caramel frappuccino." The first one says.....girl it"s winter wtf.
You take the order and the money...moneeeeey😍 you could kiss them right now.
"And i"d like a straberries and cream frappuccino" not you too... are you guys trying to get sick to skip school or something?
You do the same yet again because that"s kinda your job.
Well the day wasn"t that intresting, exept for that Karen that came in saying that she got the wrong order the other day and how you owe her a free drink, that was weird, that made you question why you even work here. I mean even a stripper can make more and not get the bitchy-ness from this place.
Hmmm stripper....that reminds you of someone....MONIQUE! you completly forgot about her. You wonder what she might be doing and thought about calling her after work.
Well you still had to endure working at starbotox for just a bit more.
Your daydream about talking to Monique were interrupted by someone walking into the store. It was a tall and lanky man and behind him was slightly shorter woman.....wait a minute you know that woman.....MONIQUE????
You were basically almost screaming keeping your eyes on Monique and the man to see if she saw you.
She looked in your direction and waved. SHE WAVED AT YOU!!!!! OMG OMG YOU"RE GONNA PASS OUT!!
ahem professionalism.
Monique sits down at a table and writes something on a napkin while talking to the man, then comes to sit in line.
You were so happy to see her, your eyes sparkeld like a kid"s eyes when they see a toy the want. ....that might be a bad comparison actually, ignore I said that.
"Umm are you listening?" The customer before you said.
Right you have a job....at Schturbiucks.
You continue to take orders pretending like the hottest person you"ve seen in your life isn"t in line so you can actually focus.
Until it was her turn.
She walks up to you slightly leaning forward on the counter. You feel like your knees are going to give up on you and your simp-y ass.
"Hello, Sweetheart. Could I just get two tall black coffees?" Yes Monique, this is a shoesforbucks.
You just nod, clearly paying attention and not staring in her eyes, daydreaming again.
"[Enter name here]?" He tilts her head.
"Right- right. I"m sorry." You take her order finally and she walks back to her table leaving the money and a note on the counter.
It was her number, of course you already had that but at least now you can call her without looking like a stalker and a creep. Under the phone number was written "Call me♡". She put a heart guys. A HEART! You were basically melting at this point.
Sad thing is that you couldn"t melt because you had to take orders so you"d get payed.
You continue working and trying to ignore that Monique was there.
You feel like you"re being watched, maybe it was just your mind playing tricks, you couldn"t tell and frankly you didn"t wanna know, that would distract you from your work.
You look up only to see that Monique and the weirdly very tall man were leaving.
They were at the door when Monique turned to look at you, faintly smiling and waving at you.
Your shift was very boring after that, you could only think about Monique and how much you wanted to go home and cuddle your pillow pretending it was her whilst watching a movie.
Well now your wish can come true because it was finally time to leave that hellish place and go relax.
You go to car and start driving to your apartment, still raging at the very slow drivers, you"re starting to feel like they"re trying to get you out of your happy-that-my-shift-ended mood.
Even tho you wanted to rip your hair out multiple times, you finally got to your no-so-sweet home and could finally watch your favourite movie while cuddling pillow Monique.
You ended up binge watching every movie that looked intresting and if it wasn"t interesting you asked pillow Monique if it seemed like a good movie to her, she obviously didn"t answer so you just took it as a no.
You look at the clock, it was 2 A.M. IT WAS WHAT NOW???
You actually planned on calling Monique but i guess not anymore. Damn you movies....
Well now that you can"t stay on a call with Monique and swing your feet being all blushy and stuff you decide to go on your mostly daily walk past midnight in this wonderfull City.
You get dressed because you won"t be going out in pjs. You put on a jacket and some boots and head out.
It was a beautiful winter night, it was the perfect date. You can walk around peacefully, holding someones hand, not having to worry about people or getting ran over by cars, seeing the view of the city lit-up. It was everything you wanted.
You were walking around, close to the alleys, minding your own business as you hear crying coming from one of them. You probably shouldn"t....but you go to check anyway.
In the dim light you could only see some features like the persons bobbed black hair, well actually you couldn"t see because the person was sitting down crying with their legs up to their chest and their face in their hands.
You crouched next to the person. They smelled like alcohol and cigarette smoke, it was repulsing.
"Hey! Are you okay?" You ask. The person lift their head. Your suspicion was right, it was the one and only Monique.
The moment she realised who you were, you could see her eyes lighting up and a smile made its way on her face.
"[ENTER NAME HERE]!!!!" She basically jumped to your neck and hugged you.
You could see her better now, her make-up was smuged, around her eyes was pure black from her eyeshadow. There was snot and blood dripping out of her nose, why was she bleeding? Your best guess was that she snorted drugs. Either way it was disgusting.
You got up slowly with Monique still hugging you. You put your arms around her aswell, she was cold, it was explainable since she only had a short dress with no sleeves and no jacket or coat or anything. You notice she was shaking a bit, either because she was just crying and she still is, or because it was cold, very cold, like really really cold outside.
"Let"s go home." You say.
Monique just nodded, still sobbing in your shoulder.
You start walking towards your apartment, Monique clinging onto your arm, her head on your shoulder.
Walking was somewhat hard with Monique being drunk, she couldn"t walk straight, which made you trip a few times.
After a long 10 minute of trying not to step on a mouse or its family, you get to the apartament building. You make sure that Nobody, mostly Micheal, was there are you being Monique to your room, you really didn"t want to have to explain this.
You get to your room and open the door, Monique still using you as support. You shut the door, Monique goes to sit on the couch taking her shoes off. You take your shoes off too and sit on the couch next to Monique.
"Perfect Blue, huh?" Monique speaks after turning on the TV.
"Yeah, I really like that movie!"
Monique giggles and puts her head on your shoulder.
"Can we watch it?" Monique asks.
"Of course! But first let"s change."
"But I don"t have any other clothes with me..." Monique looks down dissapointed.
"It"s okay, i"ll just give you some of mine"
You get up to take the pjs you wore before leaving the house, getting dressed in the bathroom and get some newly bought pjs that are just a bit too big for you cus you just like them that, they are a perfect fit for Monique. You also get a big blanket and some makeup wipes. You put the blanket on the couch besides Monique and hand her the clothes. You look away and wait for Monique to change. You then sit down next to her, wipping her makeup and blood off her pretty face while letting the movie play from the beginning.
It"s cute, it"s cozy, it"s something you didn"t expect from Monique. She seemed more like the "bad love or no love" type, not really someone that would seem to like the domestic part of things. You didn"t mind, you actually liked Monique being so vulnarable, you also appreciate Monique being all touchy and all over you, you knew it was just a matter of time but you should enjoy it while it lasts.
It was the end of the movie, as you notice Monique fell asleep on your shoulder, well now what?
You probably can"t pick her up, you also don"t wanna wake her or move to your bed. What if something bad happens to her while you"re sleeping on your bed peacefully? At this point you"re just making up excuses.
You lay on the couch with Monique being onto of you, sleeping on your chest now.
You enjoy every second of this, you enjoy that now you don"t have to pretend that your pillow was Monique, at least for now.
You end up falling asleep.