Waitress On Fleek

Chapter 3

~Travo67 joined the hangout~

Travo67: AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CEEEENNNNNAAAAAAAA DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN YOU CAN'T SEE ME MY TIME IS NOW!!!!!!!!!!

Crys101: ... What's up?

Travo67: Good. Whatcha up to? Like your new home so far?

Crys101: I like it, but I like my old one better...

Travo67: Daughter, you have to grow up! DEAL WITH IT

Crys101: You're my friend, not my father. ACT LIKE IT

Travo67: Naw. You've never dealt with problems well and ur clumsy so I have to take care of you now ever sinceeeeeeeeeee uhm you became childish lol

Crys101: Smoooooth Trav, how about we meet up 'cuz I have tons to tell you about...

Travo67: Where did that come from ! Geezzz, you're so random!

Crys101: It came from my intelligent brain. Just meet me in Starbucks at 4 !

Travo67: OHHH I would love to and drill some sense into you!

Crys101: Shut up, I'm logging off

~Crys101 left the hangout~

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    "So! What do you wanna talk about?" Travis asks, settling down in a chair across from me.

    "Let's watch the sunset together! I heard the sunset over here is pretty amazing too look at," I say excitedly, expecting a funny reaction from Travis. But unexpectedly, not big of a reaction than usual.

    "We're in Starbucks, not at a beach, stupid," Travis points out.

    "I know, I was just kidding sheesh," I frown, and smack Travis on the shoulder. Travis takes things to the extreme, sometimes.

    "Ow!" he whines like a girl. "That freaking hurt!"

    "Dude all I did was lightly, lightly hit you on the shoulder." I give him another example of what I did, but harder than last time.

    "THAT WAS NOT LIGHTLY AT ALL!" he shrieks and rubs his shoulder gently, in a slow motion.

    "Hush, everyone is looking at you. What a baby!"

    "I'm not a baby. I'm a grown man," he says, showing me his biceps.

"Ew, such a gross sight. What do you mean that you are a man?!" I shriek. "Obviously, you're not a girl, you stupid-head."

    "Hey, what am I here for again?" He asks, waiting for me to answer.

    "A-"

    "Coffee!" he sings and motions over a girl in pink and white apron that went down to her knees. Her pink-red dyed hair is styled up in a french braid on the side. Her long eyelashes are curled and she has light pink eye shadow. Her lips are painted in hot pink lipstick and her red three inches or four (who knows what) heels made her even taller. I felt jelly! But Travis being there makes me forget my jelly-ness because he is the stupid one. But he calls me the stupid one.

    We don't get along well ha-ha.

After a couple of tries, he finally settles on a normal coffee. He complains too much, you know? He's like a kid sometimes, or rather all the time and I have no idea what to say to his behavior. Ever.

"So, let's get to the point," I clear my throat, ready to speak.

"Wait!" Travis holds up a hand, motioning me to stop what I'm saying, so I stop. He brings the coffee cup to his lips and takes a long sip. He finally sets down the coffee and looks at me. "Okay, go on."