I awoke at the sound of my alarm clock blasting Closing Time by Semisonic. At full volume I might add. I hit the snooze button and fell asleep again, only to be woken up again by the same noise a few minutes later. I hit the snooze button again and drifted off to sleep. This continued for another fifteen minutes or so, 'cause I didn't want to wake up. I had a headache and my body ached. But I had to get up and go to work. Simply because I needed the money. I stepped out of the bed, grabbed a pair of underwear and made my way into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, due to the fact that I was already running late, and I couldn't afford arriving late again. Working at Starbucks had its privileges but also its downsides. The privileges being that I got a fairly good pay check, I always got my morning coffee, I met lots of people (which was very good for my social life), and of course the occasional celebrities. They always gave me an autograph so I could give them to my little sister. She loved it. Downsides, you ask? Let's see...waking up at 4am, working all day, never getting a minute of peace, and the occasional not so nice celebrities. The ones that bitch and moan about everything. 'What's taking so long?' 'How come my coffee's cold?' 'This is way too hot!' 'What did you put in there?'

Of course my boss expected me to put on a smile, apologize for whatever I did wrong, and then make them a new one. But after a few hours of fake smiles, fake apologies, and making the same coffee over and over again, you get a bit sick of it.

I stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, but luck wasn't on my side today, and the towel rack was empty. So I stumbled into the laundry room, which happened to be my bedroom also (fancy right?) and draped a towel around my body. I towel dried my hair, put on my work clothes, managed to steal some of my sister's mascara (mine happened to be empty once again) grabbed my bag and I was on my merry way to work. Lucky for me, it was only two blocks away so I wouldn't have to waste money on cabs. Those are expensive these days. (What isn't?)

I arrived at work just on time. There were already some hardcore caffeine lovers camping outside the door, so as soon as I opened up the store it was packed. Good for business, not good for me. I rather have a peaceful first hour, so I can get into my job, have my own dose of caffeine (so I don't look like walking death) and so I can get hyped up for a long and dreadful day of serving needy costumers. Like I said before, luck wasn't on my side today, and I had to deal with grumpy old men in business suits, who wanted their coffee in 2 seconds max. "What's taking so long?" a woman with pin straight black hair asked me. I apologized, which by the way, didn't sound sincere at all this early in the morning, and worked on her 'power booster' as fast as I could. Yes, I call coffee 'power boosters.' Hate me, love me, start a freaking world war 3. I don't care. After two hours of non-stop costumers, I was worn out, and needed a break. My co-worker Justine, a 30 year old blonde, came in right on time.

"Thank god you're here." I told her when she hadn't even stepped inside yet.

"What's up kiddo? Not feeling like it today?" She asked.

"I haven't had much sleep" I sighed. "The kid has been crying all night."

"Can't say I know how it is to hear crying all night, but I do know how it is to have little to no sleep and it sucks." She said giving me a sympathetic look.

"It sucks hardcore." I responded. "But I don't know what to do about it! It's not like I can give her a pill and she'll sleep like a rose. I'll just have to bear through it."

"Just so you know, I'm here for you." She said giving me a side-ways hug.

"Thanks." I said as I hugged her back.

Justine went to help some costumers and I finally got to have my own coffee. I went to the back of the store, into the 'green room' as we'd like to call it. Simply because it's green and it's like the same thing famous people have at their concerts and all that jazz. So I sat in the 'green room' enjoying my coffee, when I felt something buzzing in my pants. I took my phone out of my skinny jeans and upon opening it, I saw I had a new text message.

From: YouKnowYouLoveMeMegan

S'up sistahh?! How's work? Met any cute guys yet? Probably not. And knowing you, you would turn them down anyway. But back to the point of this message, the kid's throwing a tantrum and I can't find a way to shush her. Any advice? Love yaa!

I laughed at the ridiculous nickname my sister gave herself. She always changed her name when she got a hand of my phone. I sighed as I clicked the reply button and texted her back.

To: YouKnowYouLoveMeMegan

First of all, what with the stupid name? seriously Megan? You know you love me? About the cute guys, if gray, bold and fat defines your way of cute, I'd say yes. Otherwise NO! as for the kid, have you tried putting up that Disney shit they gave me? Apparently it calms kids down. And if that doesn't work, try to feed her, check her diapers, check if she's in any kind of pain and you'll be fine. Love you to.

What seemed to be, two seconds later, I got a text message back.

From: YouKnowYouLoveMeMegan

Ur getting old, U know that? You know you love me, is from Gossip Girl. Every teenage girl in the whole friggin country knows that! As for the kid, I tried that Disney 'shit', and now she's lying in her crib, staring at the ceiling and moving her tiny ass feet as if she's dancing (funny sight I tell ya!) So it WORKS! Bless those fucked up Disney puppets for making that dreadful music. Peace, love and sperm :) love yaa!

I chuckled at the ending of the message. Only Megs would do that. Peace, love and sperm. Where did she get that? What made me a bit sad is that she called me old. I'm not old. I just turned seventeen for crying out loud. How am I supposed to know what Gossip Girl is? I have work all day, I come home dead beat tired, I make dinner, feed the kid, play with the kid, put kid to bed, shower and I go to sleep. I have no time for watching TV. And even if I had time, I prefer reading a book.

I finished my coffee and went back to the front to start my shift properly. I found the strength to smile to people, and all went fairly well. Justine and I formed a great team together. We didn't get into each other's ways, we waited patiently for the other to be done with the machine before using it (something that other colleagues of mine didn't get) and we even found time to chat in-between orders. You could say that we became, dare I say it, friends. I never had friends. Sad as it sounds. Girls from my age never wanted to hang out, 'cause I act way to mature for my age. When they would talk about their periods, boyfriends, toenails, and whatever, I would sit in a corner and read a book, or even dorkier (their words not mine) read a newspaper. I couldn't help it. I just wasn't interested in hearing how they got heartbroken by the guy who took their virginity, or how he (whoever he is) never called after that first date. There were much bigger problems in the world. Take global warming for an example. The world's slowly falling to pieces, and all those girls are worrying about is how they want to marry the perfect man. They should be worrying about the fact that they might never get married; because when the world comes to an end, there won't be much marrying to do. So that's why I stayed away from those girls. They were nice, don't get me wrong, just not my type. So all the way through high school (well as far as I came, since I dropped out early) I vented for myself. No friends, not even acquaintances'. I was a complete loner. They called me 'Worrisome Jamers', because I tend to worry about everything. Jamers being my nickname all through public school, they just added worrisome later on. Teachers loved me though. I was eager to learn. English and History being my favourite subjects. I love to learn about the past. My life quote being: 'One, who doesn't know their history, doesn't know themselves'. I loved English for some reason too. It just got to me. Maybe it's because my mom always read to me. Hence why I love to read so much now, when I have time that is. But now here I am, working at Starbucks and socializing. Well, not at the moment, 'cause I don't feel the need to socialize with creepy 50 year old guys.

"How can I help you?" I asked a guy about 40 years old.

"Well I'd like to have a Mocha flavoured frappuccino and your number." He said with a wink and smirk.

"I can fix you that coffee, but I don't give personal information to creeps." I said "So what's your name?" I asked.

"Jonathan." He said and I walked away to fix his coffee, leaving the guy dumbfounded.

"Creep alarm" I said to Justine.

"What? That guy was hitting on you?" She asked disgusted.

"Yup, I told him to stuff it."

"That's my girl." She said laughing.

I made the creep's coffee, gave it to him, and waved when he left. The chagrin was still evident on his face.

Serves him right.

I've been working here for over a year now, and if there's one thing I learned, it's how to tell off creepers. I've had a total of more then a hundred guys asking me my number, from young and cute, to old and bold, but I never gave any of them my number. Through out my life, there where certain incidents that made it hard for me to trust guys. Some of them still gave me the chills.

My thoughts were interrupted by screaming outside of the building. A black SUV pulled up in front of it, and two guys stepped out of it. Followed by, what I assumed to be their bodyguard, and an older men in a business suite.

Upon hearing the screams and squeals of all the teenagers outside, I came to the conclusion that they were famous. Freaking awesome. Here comes the drama.

The two boys entered the shop first, followed closed by the bodyguard, and the older guy. Suddenly the whole shop was filled with screaming teenagers. After ten minutes, my co-workers successfully got all the tweens and teens out of the shop, so the four guys and some regular costumers, were the only ones left.

"How can I help you guys?" Justine asked, standing closest to them.

"Umm…One Caramel Macchiato, two White Mocha Frappuccino's, and umm…what did you want Joe?" A 20 year old something, curly haired boy said.

In the meantime his (what I assumed to be) brother, kept staring at me. I would've been flattered, since he was very good looking, but his staring seemed kind of off. It was creepy to say the least.

"JOE!" The curly haired boy said, no scratch that, shouted.

"What?" The guy, we now know as Joe said.

"What do you want?" Curly Top asked annoyed.

"Nothing, I'm good." And back to the staring again.

I was getting agitated. This boy was getting on my nerves.

"What's your deal?" I asked him. The words coming out bitchier then I meant.

"N-n-nothing" He said, kind of surprised by my sudden outburst.

He went to stand next to his brother, whispering something into his ear.

Apparently, nobody taught him the concept of whispering, because his words came out rather loud.

"That's the girl Kevin. We need her" He said to Kevin. Hmm, I never pegged Curly Top to be a Kevin. More of a Dean or something like that.

"What are you talking about?" Kevin asked. Being somewhat more subtle about the whispering part. I had to crane my neck to hear it.

"She's the girl for Nick." Girl for Nick? Who's Nick?

"How do you know that? You don't even know her!" Kevin whispered back.

"Think about it, poor girl, working at starbucks. She'd be perfect for Nick." Hold up. Was he calling me poor? I mean, he was kinda right, but how would he know that?

"How do you know she's poor? For all you know, she could be loaded."

"Eyes Kevin, I can see it in her eyes" Joe reasoned. What the fuck? My eyes? What's wrong with my eyes?

"Go harass dad with this stupid idea of yours" Kevin finally said. A bit too loud may I add because their dad, came running as soon as he heard his name.

"What are guys arguing about?" he asked, looking from Joe to Kevin.

"Joe thinks that, that girl over there" He said pointing over to me "Is the perfect girl for Nick"

The dad looked my way for a second, turned to his sons again, looked back at me again, gave me a once over, and then he seemed to contemplate something.

"I think Joe might be right" He finally said. Say What? They don't even know me. This whole family's retarded if you ask me. Except for that Kevin guy. He was somewhat okay.

The dad turned his back on his sons, and came marching in my direction.

"Can I help you?" I asked politely. Pretending like I didn't just hear that whole conversation.

"Yes, I would like to give you an offer you can't refuse." He said confident.

"And what might that be?" I asked curiously.

"Date my son"

Again. Say What?