Average Joe

Cute Klutz

"Frappe Banana S'more Coffee base with cream please," I smile at the girl in the Starbucks apron. I'd describe her appearance with more details but she's just here for this filler chapter so basically all we know about her is that she's a girl and that she works at Starbucks. Oh and that she's attractive.

I squint at her name tag and it reads "Cute Barista". She's so unimportant to the plot, she doesn't even get a name. Shame, she's cute. I mean yeah I don't know what she looks like but does it matter? I've already been brainwashed into thinking every girl is cute. I guess that's what happens when you're a poorly written character in teen fiction. At least I'm good looking. I mean I'm not gonna say it out loud or anything but I guess that's what I have going on in life. Oh and I have a feeling this is going to be a good chapter for me. It has to be, the last few chapters were quite stressful.

This has to be one of those filler chapters to ease the audience. Well' I don't know about the audience but I feel eased.

Cute Barista comes along to my table holding my drink in her hands. Her apron seems tighter this time. I like it. I take a sip of my drink. My cup has  cardboard surrounding it, like all hot beverages at these shops do.

"Goe Dough," I read.

She spelled my name wrong, but her cute eyes make up for it. Sure, I don't really know their colour but hey, they're eyes, I'm sure they're cute.

Under my name I see her number written, how cute.

"000 000 000 00, Kute Barzta"

She spelled her own name wrong. I guess you're not a barista if you don't miss spell names.

I like how I have a shot with three different girls right now. But I don't want to be disloyal so I don't want to save her number either.

I take a sip of my drink. Each sip reminds me of why I'm so obsessed with this coffee shop.

How funny can my life get? In just the past couple of days, I  got saved by Micky twice, had to deal with this new psychologist, miss Dr.Trystan,question my sanity, be slightly aggressive towards my brother while questioning if he believes in the writer,  feel intimidated by the bus driver,save Micky- kinda, stand up to a mean girl, but also take said mean girl's number. Did the writer plan on throwing all the plot into just two days of my life? Sure, I'm not real but that doesn't mean my feelings aren't valid. I need time to cope.

Next thing I know, Cute Barista is in my arms.

Nice.

But also, why? I don't mind having cute girls in my arms but wasn't I supposed to be focused on Micky? She would cry if she saw me right now.

I look around to gather what has just happened.

Coffee on the floor, girl in my arms, customers looking at us with shocked expressions.

I get it, this is one of those cliches again. Cute Barista here was going to give someone their order but she got into a little accident. And being the protagonist, I caught her. I don't really understand how. I was sitting, sipping my coffee one minute and now I'm on the other end of the shop holding her with a tight grip. But, I don't question the writer. She's been kind enough to let me relax in this shop a little so I'll catch pretty girls for her.

"You saved me," she whispers.

Her gaze is fixed on me.

The writer might have planned on me catching her but whatever happened next was up to me.

"Thank the writer," I mutter and drop her down to hear a gentle thud.

Sure, I rescued her a second ago. Sure, she was cute. Sure, I'd like to go out with her. But, I'm seeing Micky soon.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to xEmiliaForestx for bringing back my writing motivation from the grave. <3