Mary Jane glanced at the mirror as she pulled her hair up in a ponytail and put on her name tag. She couldn't help but to think that she looked horrible in her work outfit, but it was as good as it could get with a green apron and a green cap (let's remember she's working indoors). But the pay was good, and the whole place smelled like coffee, so what the hell.

That's right, Mary Jane Watson had gotten herself a job at a coffee shop; The Black Fat Cat. She found that name very funny for some reason, yet she couldn't quite put a finger on it.

She watched as her partner opened the front door and turned around the 'We're Closed' sign to 'Now Open!'. Her partner, Harry, seemed like a weird kid. Like a weird, twenty year-old kid. He didn't know how to do many things, hence why he worked at a coffee shop with a klutz like Mary Jane. Apparently, he had never prepared coffee before working there. She wondered to herself how he even got hired there. But then again, they hired her. Not that she was completely useless (like Harry), no. But when she went to the interview, she expected to be asked to make coffee or count money, or any other kind of things she'd be doing there. They only made sure she spoke english.

But at least now Harry knew how to prepare coffee, or that she hoped, because he told her he'd been working there for more than three months. If he could keep the job, she too.

Actually, what was more surprising about the whole thing (besides the fact that she had managed to actually not look that bad in her work outfit, somehow) was that she wanted to be an actress. A dancer, a singer. She was meant to shine in Broadway, or that she told everyone. Well, a new friend of hers, Felicia, made a bet, which she lost miserably to. She told her that the coffee shop was some sort of losing-bets magnet, as she had lost a bet to a 'friend' of hers and ended up naming it the way it was. Mary pretended to understand what she was talking about.

Anyway, the shop opened, which meant she officially started working at it. Just as she was wondering how long it would take for someone to come in, the door swung open, making the tiny little bell on top of it ring. A costumer.

She didn't really mean to say it out loud.

"Already?" But she did.

The costumer, a dark brown haired boy, about her age, with apparently no knowledge of the use of a comb, arched an eyebrow at her.

"Wow. Someone's eager to sell a lot on her first day." He answered.

She felt a blush creep through her cheeks but she quickly shook her head. She wasn't going to be intimidate by some hipster with bad taste in rock indie shirts.

"How do you know it's my first day?"

He chuckled.

"I am, actually, a frequent costumer. I come here almost everyday."

"Or night. It's surprising to see you under daylight, Parker. I almost thought you were a vampire or something." She spun around to see Harry casually talking to that Parker guy.

"Oh, come on, you're over reacting." They both chuckled

"Maybe."

Harry's phone started ringing and by the look on his face, and the loud voice on the other end, she knew it was must have been their boss.

"Felicia."

See?

"Yes, I know- But what about- Okay, okay." Harry walked around and waved his hand in the air as he talked. He hung up and turned to Mary Jane with an apologetic look. She gulped.

"Mary, I'm sorry. Felicia wants me to take care of a few things downtown and I doubt I'll be able to get back here on time. I have to go, or, well, or else."

She knew or else. She had heard it from her former bosses many, many times before. Yet, with Felicia, she felt like it meant something a lot worse. Else.

Before she could nod her head or question him, or say something, the long forgotten costumer talked to her.

"Hey, I'm an easy one. I'll help you."

Harry grinned and clapped his hands. "See? You've got everything under control already, and I haven't even left! Haha, well, bye."
He walked out, practically ran out, and Mary Jane wondered to herself what kind of demon Felicia must be to scare off her employees that way?

"So...coffee."

She turned to the Parker guy —the costumer, and smiled sarcastically.

"May I help you?" There was something about the guy that pissed her off, just a little.

"Large mocha please."

"Just a sec." She turned around and prepared the coffee as she was asked. When she turned back he had his elbows propped on the counter.

"There you go," She said as she handed him the cup and the ticket,"it'll be $3.10."

He pulled out a dollar and a bunch of coins.

"I think that's it."

She smiled again, trying to kill him with her look and counted one by one the coins.

"Exact. Thank you."

He winked an eye at her and went to sit down at a small, one-person table. What was that supposed to even mean? That he was oh so smart he gave her the exact amount with bunch of pennies? That was probably just luck. Or maybe he even knew how much money he had in his pocket and pretended not to?

She huffed and turned her attention to her phone. No one came in, and that Parker guy stayed for over two hours on his computer. He bought a bagel, too, making her theory of him having-the-exact-amount-and-pretend-not-to dumb and stupid because, well, he didn't. Maybe she was just ma about the whole thing. She didn't want to work at a coffee shop, but she owed Felicia and she hated owing people more than the job.

After another hour the Parker guy stood up, picked his empty cup and dish and was actually polite enough to bring them to her. He didn't have to, actually, that was her job. But she wasn't going to complain.

"Well," he said as he took his computer,"I'm leaving now. Thanks, MJ." and he left.

Mary Jane looked down at her name tag and then back at where that Parker guy had been.

MJ. She liked the sound of it.

Omg. Well, guys, this seems to be the start of an actually planned fic. Gosh.
Anyway, I have dark circles under my eyes. High school dark circles under my eyes. Seriously? And then I start writing fanfiction again, what the hell is wrong with me?

Fangirls, we never change.