Hi again! Sorry it's taken so long to update, but I've been pretty busy. Anyway, I rewrote chapter 1, so you may want to check that out again first. I decided that the story would be better in third person, so...yeah. Thanks for reading, and keep reviewing!
Pete parked his car outside the cafe and stepped out. He smiled, and walked towards the locked door, pulling out his keys in the process. As he opened the shop, he hummed along to the radio. About 20 minutes before the shop was supposed to open, the door opened, causing the bell to ring. Pete looked over to see Frank, the kid he had met yesterday, hanging up his jacket.
"Morning, Frank." Pete said happily. Frank headed towards the counter Pete was wiping off.
"Morning, Mr. Wentz." Frank said. Pete laughed a little.
"Call me Pete, okay?" Frank nodded.
"So, what do I need to do?" Frank asked, looking around awkwardly. Pete handed him a cloth.
"Help me clean up the counter area, and wipe down the tables. I'm just gonna go start the ovens in the back." Frank nodded, and Pete left. A little while later, Frank heard the door open. He looked over to see a well-groomed man walk in, followed by Brendon. Brendon appeared to be talking about something he thought was very interesting, but Spencer looked like he'd rather be somewhere else. Brendon looked over and saw Frank, and hurried over, dragging Spencer along by the arm.
"Hey, Frank! This is Spencer! Spencer, this is Frank!" Brendon smiled at both, and Frank smiled as nicely as he could at Spencer. Spencer gave a small smile, and shook Frank's outstretched hand.
"Nice to meet you, Frank. Brendon's been talking about you ever since I picked him up this morning." Frank blushed, and Spencer smiled again. He said he'd see Frank later, and headed towards the back room Pete was in. Brendon grabbed Frank by the wrist and dragged him behind the counter. Frank couldn't help but wonder what this guy was on – either coffee, or something way, way stronger. Brendon began talking about anything that came to mind, and Frank tried desperately to follow the conversation, but eventually, he lost interest. Brendon didn't seem to mind, or notice, because the shop was quickly being filled with customers, mainly adults stopping for a coffee before they went to work.
A few hours later, things had slowed down enough for Frank and Brendon to sit down. Brendon got them both coffees, and Pete had gone out again to see his boyfriend for lunch. Brendon had just started to talk about one of his favourite topics – fashion – when someone walked into the cafe. Since Frank wasn't facing the door, he saw Brendon's expression before he saw the person.
"RYAN!" Brendon stood up and ran to the door, pulling the man that had just walked in into a hug. The other man – Ryan, Frank remembered – kissed Brendon on the cheek. Frank also noticed two other men standing behind Ryan, and how they were holding hands. Frank felt a slight pang of jealousy as he saw the unknown men, and even more so when he looked back to Ryan and Brendon, who were swinging their interlocked hands back and forth as they walked towards him.
"...and this is Frank. Frank, this is Ryan," He looked at his boyfriend, who reached out to shake Frank's hand. "Gabe, and William." Brendon gestured at the two men standing behind them. Rank shook all of their hands, and the group sat down and began to talk. Spencer even came out from the back room to see everyone – it seemed as though he, Brendon, and Ryan had known each other for a long time, while Gabe and William were younger, and therefore newer, to their group. Frank quickly became friends with Gabe, William, Spencer, and Brendon, even though they shared very few interests. He wasn't sure about Ryan, though. He seemed very quiet, but at the same time, Frank couldn't help but notice a strange look in his eye. The same look he remembered seeing in his mother's eyes, before she died. Frank shook his head, and focused even more on the conversation the group was having.
A while later, Ryan, Gabe, and William left. Brendon was even more excited now than he had been in the morning. Frank tried to pay attention, but his mind kept wandering.
"...and Gabe's having a party at his place tonight! It'll be so great, don't you think, Frank?" Brendon gushed. "Oh my god! Frank, you should definitely come!" Frank wanted to refuse, but the look in Brendon's eyes melted him a bit.
"Well, I dunno, Brendon...I should probably go see my friend tonight, haven't seen him in a while..." Frank knew this was a lie, but he wasn't really sure about this party. Brendon started to pout. "Oh my god, Brendon, fine!" Frank said, defeated. Brendon smiled.
"Great! Spencer's going, too, so we can pick you up! Oh, it'll be so much fun!" Brendon squealed, and ran to the back room to tell Spencer all about the new addition to the party. Frank smiled, and started cleaning the counter down. An hour later, Pete returned, thanked them for watching the cafe late – Frank hadn't known what time the shop closed, but was glad to know that Pete would pay them extra for staying an hour later. As Frank pulled on his jacket, he told Spencer how to get to Ray's apartment to pick him up for the party.
Frank stepped out the door and walked down the street, not noticing the cold as much as he had the day before.