Just part of the band

My conversation with them did go well, I can tell you that. I met the others, Harry complimented me on my voice, same with the Irish one, Niall, as Zayn had told me.
It’s the next morning, and I’m outside walking down the street to find somewhere to eat for breakfast. We did go shopping for food yesterday, but nothing better than some new cereals that weren’t in the US, not much.
I skip over a few cracks in the sidewalk and see a couple walking by, I smile and wave at them. They both wave back at me and I come to the end of the block.
I look both ways and jog across the street, there’s some shops there, they’re built like townhouses in San Fransico. I see a McDonalds and glance down at the 30 bucks I brought with me. I shake my head, Don’t want to spend my money there.
I look past that and see a book store, no. I look the other side of the McDonalds and see a cafe called, The Moonswept Cafe. I nod, going there. I see three joggers and wave at them, they ignore me, all except one. My luck, he’s ten.
I head toward the entrance of the Cafe and walk into it, a small jingling sound as I open the door. There’s around ten people or so, three employees are chilling around a table, while three more or so are working at the counter at the end of the building, two doors on the ride and left leading to the kitchen.
I strode to the counter, semi-fast, not my normal walking, I’m hungry man! I smile and see a cute guy at the counter, he’s next to an African American girl and they’re talking.
Another guy slides his feet across the floor to get to me, “Hello there, what would you like to order today?”
I nod, acknowledging that I understand what he said. I look up at the menu, there’s biscuits, coffee, iced coffee, apple juice, other juices. There’s also smoothies, toast sandwiches, and cinnamon rolls.
“Um...I would like two cinnamon rolls, an iced coffee, milk and sugar, some apple juice, a biscuit, ham toasted sandwich, and that chocolate thing I see up there...and um...I think that’s it.” I order and the guy looks at me, my full body and looks sort of amazed.
“For one?” He asks, I think he’s trying to get over the fact that I haven’t eaten since yesterday at 9:00 PM and it’s now almost 12:00 in the afternoon.
“Do you see anybody here with me? I’m hungry ok!” I say, a bit angrier than I should’ve sounded, but I’m hungry want my cinnamon rolls.
“Ok,” he walks into the kitchen yelling something, probably my order and the cute guy comes up to the counter carrying my iced coffee and apple juice.
“Geeze, we haven’t had an apatite this big since One Direction came here and Niall ordered.” The cute guy whispers, I can’t help but overhear. One Direction came here? And that Irish one eats big? And he’s skinny too!? I thought I was only one!
The other guy comes over on a tray carrying my cinnamon rolls and biscuits. I take my cup of coffee and apple juice and head toward a booth seat. I set them lightly on the table and head back for my tray, which now has my sandwich and the chocolate thing, everything I ordered.
I smile and take out my money, “That would be $27.87 please.” I like his accent, it’s british, the other, smaller guy, was american, like me.
I just hand him the 30 dollars I brought, looks like I’m going back home after this, I’ll barely have any money left. He smiles at me and I take my tray over to my booth.
“Excuse me miss, your change!” He calls and I shrug.
“Keep it!” I yell back and sit down at my table, I take out my phone before eating and text Rayven, Good morning do u want 2 meet 2day? I set the phone down on the table after texting and begin eating my sandwich, which tastes surprisingly good.
I’m halfway through my sandwich when a hear a little song, it sounds like One Direction, a One Direction ringtone. I glance around the room and see the African American girl taking out a phone and texting.
I shrug and continue to eat my sandwich, I get a reply in a few minutes by Ravyen. Srry Kylee cant txt now, at work. Hm...at work...ringtone....does she work here? I think and twist my head behind to see the girl with the One Direction ringtone fully.
I text back Ok then Im chillin @ a cafe eating and glance back toward the girl, maybe it is her, maybe it isn’t. I finish my sandwich and start eating one of my cinnamon rolls when I get a reply, but no ringtone this time, fishy.
Um....wat cafe? she asks, and now I know that girl over there is Rayven, and she has suspicions that I’m the person too.
I text back, I think I c u and turn around, giggling. The African American girl is looking around, as though she has a stalker or something, and her eyes land on me.
She’s walking toward me when I’m finished with the first cinnamon roll, ready to try the biscuit. “Hello miss, is your name Kylee?”
I nod, “Yep! Why?” I start eating the biscuit, which tastes pretty good, better than it is in America. I finish it before replying.
“Well, I think your the girl I’ve been texting,” she says and I can’t help but laugh, she does sort of look like Raven Simone.
“Ha, think you’d never ask!” I let out a hand we shake hands, she slides across the other booth and sits across from me.
“You’re not going to work.....?” I ask and let a hand out toward all the people sitting and eating, a bit of them employees.
“Oh, no, our manager doesn’t get to work until noon, and the manager until then is that guy I was talking to, he doesn’t care.” She shrugs and I sigh, starting to drink my iced coffee, which still tastes great.
“So, you heard my ringtone didn’t you?” Rayven asks and I nod, still drinking the coffee. “Oh, do you like One Direction?”
I almost cough out my coffee, “No! Wait, sort of, my little sister is obsessed with them and-” I get cut off by a vibration, as if my phone is testing me to tell her or not.
“And what?” Her head leans in a bit, I’m guessing she’s a fan.
I look down at my phone, “Ah, shoot!” I stand up and look around for a bathroom. “Um, where’s the bathroom? I need to take this in private.”
“Oh, ok, it’s over there.” Rayven points to the sign that says ‘Lous’ and I see her laugh. Lous....ok then... and head to the bathroom, still looking at my phone. This isn’ the good time to get texted.

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