Chapter 2

It's My Life

Laurie pushed a weary hand through her dark locks. Good god! Was her shift ever gonna end? She looked around at the Starbucks she worked at. What the hell had she been smoking when she had put in an application at this hellhole? Oh that's right, she hadn't been smoking anything. She had been desperate for money. Lord was that a stupid move on her part. She took a sip of her chai tea, and closed her eyes. That's right happy thoughts.

" Laurie! You getter get off your lazy ass girlfrind! Your break ended two damn minutes ago!"

Laurie's eyes snapped open. Leave it to her faggot of a boss to ruin her moment of serenity. Oh, how she hated that little flaming homosexual.

" Alright alright! I'm coming Marco, there's no need to yell." She rolled her eyes at the short Hispanic man.

" Look girlfriend you better remember who the hell is running this freak show. You keep showing me attitude and I'll send your ass packing. Got it?!"

" Yeah Marco, I got it."

Laurie got up from her comfy seat and took one last swig of her tea before throwing it away. Quickly running her petite hends through her hair, Laurie threw it up into a long ponytail and put her Starbucks visor on. Walking behind the counter Laurie turned the register back on, then placed her nametag back on her official Starbucks shirt.

" Like exscuse me? Can I like get some like coffee?"

Laurie looked up and mentally groaned. A group of blondes had just walked up to the counter. They were all tall, skinny, and gorgeous. Wonderful, just peachy.

" Hello, welcome to Starbucks. How may I help?"

" I like want a tall nonfat vanilla bean frappicino, I want like the whip cream nonfat too. With like a small nonfat apple scone. I like have to like watch like my figure you know? Oh, who am I kidding? Of course you would know." The blonde and her group of friends laughed in unison.

Laurie's grip on the cash register tightened as she forcefully punched in the blonde's order. She really disliked these types of girls. You know the ones that wore designer jeans, had expensive phones, wore Channel No.5, and had Daddy's credit card in the back pocket of their size 3 jeans.

" Your total is $11.54, is there anything else you would like Ma'am?" Oh, how Laurie hated having to be nice to stuck up bitchy customers like this airhead blonde.

" Nope, oh and make it snappy," The blonde leaned over the counter to look at her nametag." Laurie. Keep the change. You need it more than I do." The blonde handed Laurie a twenty and walked over to a table, her possy of zombie blondes following her.

" Vow, and I thought Bill could be bitchy."

Laurie's head snapped up. A man was standing in front of her. He was short by most standars. From what she could tell he had short birty blonde hair. He wore a baseball cap, a black T-shirt,jeans and sneakers.

His baby blue eyes were wide with shock. He was pretty well muscled, and had nice arms.

" Well, she's just the beginning. They only got worse from this point,"

Upon seeing his flabbergasted look, Laurie laughed.

" Sorry, I'm Laurie. Have you never been to Boston? You seem kinda shocked by our upper class rich folk."

" I'm Gustav, and no I've been to Boston before. I've just never seen girls like that."

" Well Gustav, you've got a lot to learn. Is there something you'd like or did you just randomly walk into a Starbucks for no apparent reason?"

He laughed and scratched the back of his blonde head.

" Yeah, can I get a small black coffee? No cream or sugar please."

Nodding Laurie typed in his order.

" $2.37 please. You've got an accent, are you not from around here?"

" No, I am from Germany. I'm on... a tour vith my friends. Ve're touring da United States for...a school project."

Laurie looked up in suprise. She put down the blonde's frappicino.

" And here I thought I was never gonna meet a foriegner in my line of wotk. That's so cool!!!"

Gustav smiled as she went back to work on the airhead's order.

" So tell me, how do you like the U.S so far?"

" It's pretty nice but I miss my home country." He smiled sadly at the end of his sentence.

" Hmmmm, you wouldn't happen to have a friend named Georg Listing, would you?" Laurie thought back to the guy that had called her that morning.

Gustav's blue eyes widened.

" How did you know dat?" Laurie's own green eyes widened with shock.

" I got this call, actually two calls, from this guy named Georg. He had the wrong number, and he liked to talk. You two have the same accent so I kinda put two and two together. That is so weird."

Just as Gustav opened his mouth to speak, the bitch from earlier walked up to the counter.

" I thought I told you to make it snappy Laurie. Unlike you I actually have a job that's worth going to." She looked down at her watch. " And now I'm two minutes late."

Feeling the anger boil up within her, Laurie was about to put the blonde in her place when Gustav beat her to it.

" Exscuse me Miss, that was entirely my fault. But maybe you should be appriciative of all the vork Laurie put into making your sissy drink. And maybe you should learn to repect others, then maybe you vould get the things you vanted quicker."

The blonde opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. She looked absolutely flabbergasted.

" Have a nice day and come again." Laurie placed the blonde's order in front of her smiled. Picking up Gustav's small black coffee, she handed it to him. The blonde 'huffed', grabbed her order, turned and walked out of the Starbucks, her possy following her yet again.

Laurie looked at Gustav and murmmered a small "Thank you".

" You're very velcome." Placing a five on the counter, he turned and walked away.

(German spoken at this point.)

Gustav walked back to the tour bus feeling very accomplished and proud of himself. Climbing onto the bus he made his way back to his normal seat.

" Gustav, what took you so long?"

Gustav looked up to see Georg looking at him with concern.

" Oh nothing. Just talking to Laurie."

Gustav watched Georg carefully as realizaton dawned upom his face.

" What were you talking about? Where did you meet her? Did she say anything about me? What does she look like? Is she pretty?"

Georg's frantic questioning caught Bill and Tom's attention.

" What the hell is he so excited about?" Bill raised his peirced eyebrow with curiousity.

" Yeah I've never seen him so... well... excited." Tom added his two cents.

" To answer your questions, we were talking about bitchy girls, at Starbucks where she works, yes she said something about you, she's shorter then me with long dark brown hair, emerald green eyes and pouty lips, and in my opinion yes she is pretty. To answer your question Bill, he is excited about a girl that he accidently called this morning and had a conversation with."

All three leaned back and looked at Gustav with interest. They hardly ever heard him talk so much.

Tom was the first one to speak. " Hmmmmm, interesting."