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KikyandMe: Well, i guess you could kind of say it is a BBXRae fic... kind of...
The Coffee Shop – Chapter 3

Something wrong?

"BREAK TIME!" Murray yelled. "You'd better take advantage of it. The lunch rush is coming up soon.

Raven threw her towel in the sink full of dirty mugs, plates and cooking utensils. "I hate dishes. I swear to myself, I am going leave home half an hour early every day from now on so I don't get stuck doing dishes."

"Did you walk here?" Tara asked her.

"No. I ran here." Raven retorted.

"Oh. So, Garfield, why are you stuck working in this junkhole?" Tara pondered.

"First, call me Gar." He said, "And I'm stuck working in this junkhole because I'm living with Murray while my parents are in Africa, and he wouldn't have it any other way. What about you?"

Tara thought for a second. "I'm stuck working in this junkhole because my father is an asshole who won't pay for me to go to college, even though he has way too much money. Greedy bastard."

"Oh, well, what about you, Raven?"

"Huh? What?" said Raven, confused, taking her headphones out of her ears. Green Day was blasting so loud that Murray probably could have heard it from the front of the store.

"Why are you stuck working in this junkhole?" Gar repeated.

"Oh… I… uh… well, it's kind of a long story." She stammered.

"BREAK OVER! LUNCH RUSH IS COMING IN!" Murray yelled

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Tara walked out of the back with a new, clean towel. As she scanned the room for an empty table in need of cleaning, something, or rather, someone caught her eye.

It was a boy who looked about her age, maybe a year older. He had jet black, spiky hair. He was bending over something. It looked like he was writing. She walked over to him.

"Hey, you want another water?" She asked him.

"Uh… sure, why not." He said, not even looking at her.

Angrily, she grabbed his cup and stormed off to the kitchen. Throwing the cup into the sink, she turned on the faucet and filled his cup with cold water.

"Something wrong?" asked Raven, putting her towel aside.

"No, nothing's wrong," Tara lied. She walked out of the kitchen, and put the glass on his table, accidentally spilling some on whatever it was he was working on.

"Look what you did!" He practically shouted.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It was an accident, I swear!" She apologized.

"Whatever." He replied, scooping papers off the table and walking out the door.