A/N: Ok! So I've had "Taylor the Latte Boy" stuck in my head aaaalllll day! So! I decided to write a fic about it! Yes. Henry works at Starbucks now! Lol….quite like a certain Adam Chanler-Berat….
Doesn't this feel creepy? Lol….
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Disclaimer: I don't own N2N or any of the lines to "Taylor the Latte Boy" or its response.
Henry woke up bright and early that Saturday morning. After being chased out of the mall by a retired cop, fired from Wal-Mart for rapping over the speakers and also fired from McDonalds for chasing a kid and throwing plastic balls at him, he was pretty lucky to have landed a job at Starbucks. He looked at his phone. It was only 8:11 in the morning. Business was booming and he had the next order. There in line in front of him was some girl. She looked around his age, maybe older.
She stared intently at him before he said, "Um. Hi. Welcome to Starbucks. Can I help you?"
"I'll just have a double latte, thanks."
He shrugged and turned around to make it. He seemed to be good with coffee. "So, how are you?"
"Fine." she replied. "My name is Emma, is you were wondering."
He just smiled awkwardly and responded, "Um…hey. I'm Henry."
He handed her the latte. Shit… he thought. She asked for a double and that's a triple. I'm fired. I'm so fired. But she looked ecstatic. She stared at the coffee and then back up at him.
"Is everything ok?" he asked. He couldn't afford to lose another job. Natalie would kill him.
"Oh yeah…Thank you for the extra foam…"
He just sort of nodded, telling her 'you're welcome. NOW GO!' She sighed and walked over to a table. He watched her as she sipped her coffee lightly. She took out a pen and started scribbling on a napkin. He wondered what she was writing. It sort of freaked him out.
He was about to close. He was put on clean up duty, so he quickly took to the tables. Bu the very first one he stopped at, he saw a strange, crumpled up napkin. He opened it up slowly only to see these words written on it: Love Poem, by Emma Jackson. He rolled his eyes. The crazy girl from this morning. He read on…
Henry, the Latte Boy
Bring me java, bring me joy
Henry the Latte Boy
I love him, I love him, I love him!
He had to admit he felt a little…nauseous. This girl was a bit, um, nuts. No. Not even nuts. Psycho.
He read it over again and asked his co-worker, a college age guy who was at least ten times more popular than Henry. "Dude, read this…"
And he did. "Um….Ok. Who's Emma?"
"I have no fucking clue! She's some girl who's been coming here every day since I started here. It's well-"
"Disturbing?"
"Yes."
The guy grinned and just say. "Write back."
Henry caught his drift immediately. "Ok…I will…"
So he walked over to the table with the napkin and a pen and quickly scribbled….
Emma, the Stalker Chick
You're a psycho and you're sick
Emma the Stalker Chick
You scare me, you scare me, you scare me
Satisfied with his work, he grinned and left the napkin right at Emma's usual table.
That'll teach her… he thought, laughing to himself as he made his way home.
A/N: lol….Poor Henry…
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