Our Little Secret

"Sadie! I swear, if you are stalking that stupid band again, I will kick your arse," my lovely best friend yells through the phone. She has a bit of a potty mouth.
I roll my eyes, "Of course I'm not, my dear Melainie!"
"I heard that!!"
"Heard what? "
"Your eyeroll!"
I scoff. "That's impossible."
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Okay whatever! Just shut up."
"You know you love me!"
"Yeah, yeah!"
"But, you love me!"
"Yes, I do love you."
Is it sad to say that this is how most of our conversations go???

I just finished getting ready for my job. I work at this small coffee shop called Benets.
You see I loved their baked goods so much as a little girl, and so I would go there every Tuesday and Thursday. Eventually I got to the age where I could work so Ms. Flora, the owner, offered me a job. I absolutely love working there. And it is a huge plus that my best friend works there some days, too.
Anyway, so once I got there Ms. Flora tossed me my apron then turned up the radio. Despite Ms. Flora's old age, she still acted like she wasn't a day over 20. That's what I absolutely loved about her.
Soon enough it was time for me to help close up the shop.

Once I got back home I got a notification from my twitter feed. I went to check it, but the stopped once I saw the person who followed me...
It was flippin Niall Horan.
I think I just died a little.

Notes

BTW I am totally inexperienced with twitter, because I do not have one myself, so I wanted to say I am very sorry if the way I write that stuff is wrong. (Also all of the twitter names I am going to use are fake.)
Also, I promise y'all that the next chapter is going to be much better!!!! (DRAMA!!!!)
Love you all!!
xxxCaityxxx