Underlined: Sam
Bold: Andrew
Lucy: Italicized
"Dude she had a boyfriend."
"She did? Huh. Oops."
"Oops?! You tell me to go up to her and ask her out, and we've been hanging out for a week, and I find out she has a boyfriend. And guess what? He calls her HOT STUFF."
"Jeez. That's some shit ya got there."
"Really Sam? Really?"
"Haha I'm kidding. It wasn't ever serious anyway, right? Someone's committed..."
"Shut up."
"Andrew, really? You are one of the popular guys at our school, you've had five girlfriends last year, but you can't get over a summer fling? What's up with you?"
"She's...different."
"How different?"
"I can't explain it. She actually understands me."
"Dude I understand you. You could've just asked and I would've made out with you."
"Hahaha. But I don't know. Why are we here anyway?"
"Uh duh: I like Starbucks. You like Starbucks. 'Hot Stuff' Lucy works here. The perfect match."
"Stop. I don't wanna think about her right now."
"Really?"
"Hey Andrew...can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Dammit."
"That's my cue Bro. Good luck."
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Short StoryWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL A boy and a barista fall in love.
