A Muffin for Everyone!

Misspelled/Misspoken Names

Bad6d everyone? The most wholesome friendship in the muffin squad<3

An inspiration from a6d trying to make a flirty joke but failing miserably because it just went over Bad's head like a paper airplane. XD

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Darryl stared at the cup he was given to. He had been doing this from the past five minutes already and his friends started to worry about their usual chatterbox. 

"Dude, you okay? What's wrong?" Clay glanced over his shoulder, lightly elbowing the brunette. 

"Huh? Oh, it's uh, it's nothing.. just, I guess the barista just misspelled my name is all." 

Now, now... I know what you're thinking. Why get upset about such a small thing? Well, Darryl is one of those people who doesn't like it if their names get spelled wrong. Like, how can they? It's D-a-r-r-y-l. Darryl. Not hard right?

When Clay was able to read the name labeled on the cup, he quickly covered his mouth to suppress a laugh. "What? What does it say this time?" George asked from across the table. Curious on to what made the green-hooded male laugh. 

Darryl quickly gave the latter a sneering look. As if daring Clay to answer their British friend. Unbothered by the brunette, Clay waved him off and turned to face George and Nik across the table. "Pffft, nothing much except when it said Dareel." 

This made the rest of the group, but Darryl, laugh. They all know how icky their friend gets whenever his name gets spelled wrong. Wiping a tear from the corner of his eyes, George peeked over at the brunette with a raised eyebrow. 

"Dude, we swear that we already told the barista how to spell your name."

"Yeah, we've even gone as far as to write it on a piece of napkin. You should've put in your number as well." Nik chimed it with a grin that made the boys snicker. 

Darryl, the not so happy boy at the moment, scrunched up his nose at his friends. "How was it spelled the last time? Da-Darely?"

George waved a hand over to Clay in a dismissive manner. "No, I think that was last week. Yesterday it said Darrail." With this, Nik burst out laughing. He clutched unto his stomach while pointing weakly at the annoyed brunette.

Having enough by the teasing, Darryl stood up from his seat. The three quickly stopped their lollygagging, their eyes trained on the green-eyed male in concern. "Hey, Dar, where are you going?" Clay caught the said male's arm before he even gets to walk off. 

Darryl huffed. Puffing out his cheeks, a manner he brought up since he was a child. "Where do you think? I'm going over to the counter and confront this muffin!" 

Clay sighed. He really has to be the mature one whenever they head out like this. "Dude, come on. Give Vincent a break." George nodded along, taking a sip out of his cup. "Isn't he French or something?" He reasoned. 

Then again, Darryl was Darryl. The rest of the group knows this. 

The brunette fixed the glasses on his nose, "Ah, so that's his name.." He shook his arm until he got to take Clay's grip off him before sauntering over the counter. Even though they were slightly worried, they couldn't get off the amusement that settled upon their shoulders. Patiently waiting as if something interesting was going to happen. 

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To be honest, this would be Darryl's first time going to the counter. It was always Clay or George who went to the counter and order the rest of the drinks... so now, the brunette was slightly nervous. 

He started fiddling with his fingers, index touching together as he slowly approached the counter. It seemed like the barista he so wanted to confront was already eyeing him from behind the counter. 

Once he situated himself in front of the counter, the barista named Vincent smiled. "Hello, sir, how may I help you?" Darryl looked up and oh goodness, he could feel his hands get sweaty and heartbeat racing when he set his eyes upon a pair of dark brown chocolate coloured eyes he never thought could take his breath away. 

And he's French! Just like what his friends said. Darryl couldn't help but fanboy inside. The brunette squinted his eyes, pretending to look at the nametag pinned on the barista's uniform. "Vi- Vienncent? Yes. I would like to order something please." 

Behind the counter, the barista, Vincent, couldn't help but cringe at the way the brunette spoke his name. "Okay, it would be Vincent, and what would you like to order?"

Darryl then recited his usual order, making sure to at least say the barista's name in every chance he gets; pronouncing it as bad as he can get away with. 

When Vincent got to work, Darryl placed an elbow on the counter, seeing this as his chance to confront the culprit to misspelling his name, he leaned forward. "So... Viniencant...?" He kept emphasizing his pronunciation. "I know it may seem weird, but, my friends already told you how to correctly spell my name. They even said that they wrote it on a napkin for you!" 

With that, Vincent hummed. He set Darryl's drink on the side for a while before leaning over the counter too, face not too far from the brunette's personal space. "So it is you." He said with a sly smile, enjoying the confused yet flustered emotion the brunette was having. 

"Are you trying to get back at me for misspelling your name by mispronouncing mine in such horrible ways?"

Darryl felt embarrassed. But then again, Darryl was Darryl. So, he stood on his ground, puffing his cheeks before pouting. "Yeah, I am! Because you keep spelling my name in silly ways!" He spoke with his hands; gesturing it wildly around, trying to make a point. 

By this, Vincent chortled. Leaning a little bit more forward, his chin resting on the back of his hand. "Do you even know why I do it in the first place?"

"H-huh?"

"Every time you guys come here, you have never, even once, came here to order. It would always be either Clay or George." 

The brunette nervously swallowed. "Uhh.. huh??"

Vincent sighed. Rubbing on his temple before going back to making Darryl's drink. "What I'm saying is, I did it because I was told that it's the only way to get your attention."

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"What do you guys think Bad said?" Nik asked the pair in a hushed tone, using Darryl's nickname they gave for each other. Clay shrugged, sipping on his cup. "I dunno-"

"Everyone, hush! Bad's coming back!" George hissed in a hushed tone making the two of them scramble to look normal and not look like they were just having a secret meeting. 

When Darryl did arrive, the trio immediately noticed how red their brown-haired friend was. A wild grin spread across Clay's face upon seeing this. "Daaang, what happened??"

The brunette buried his face on his palm, still blushing madly. After a couple of seconds, he quickly pointed at George. "You- you muffin! it was you who told him to purposely misspell my name! How dare you?!"

George laughed. Clapping his hands in delight. When he was about to respond, Vincent had reached their table, holding a tray with Darryl's drink on top. 

"Here's your order!" He happily chirped while placing it down in front of the flustered brunette before going back behind the counter. 

"Check what name is written on the cup!" Nik suddenly exclaimed, already reaching across the table to reach the drink. Darryl's eyes widened. He was about to snatch the cup away when Clay yanked it from his grip. 

"It says... Dar...-" His hazel eyes widened. Darryl was able to take his drink back but he knows he was already too late. 

"What did it say?" George shook the frozen Clay. Nik has his ears all open.

And then, Clay's grin widened, looking delirious. "It says Darling!" 

By this, Darryl was already too embarrassed to argue. Hiding behind his hoodie as if it would protect him from the upcoming teasings. "And was that.. a phone number?!" George pointed out.

Nik laughed harder, wiping away the tears that have accumulated at the corner of his eyes. "Damn Bad! He's getting laid!"

"Language!"