Au where you only see colors when you meet your soulmate. Also I'm not dead? Yet.

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A normal day at the coffee shop. Max lazed around at the register, occasionally looking around to see if his boss was around, then pulling out his phone to check social media.

"MAXWELL! WHY ARE YOU ON YOUR PHONE?!"

The kid jumped as he turned around, quickly turning off his phone and seeing his boss, and used-to-be friend, Adam.

"I was just, um, checking the time?"

"On Twitter?"

"Yes."

"Good try. Next time I see you on your phone you're fired. This is the fifth time today, and you've been here for what? Around five or six hours?"

"Pretty good compared to a normal day."

"Make a smart-ass comment again, I dare you Max."

By now the whole coffee shop was looking at them. Max felt their stares pierce through him, and honestly, he didn't care anymore, he was done with this annoying job, and his annoying friends, who he knew would side with Adam, so they don't loose their jobs. 

"Okay. Repeat was you said please? I don't speak asshole."

"You're fired Max. Grab your bag and leave, I don't want to see your ugly face around here anymore."

"Sure."

Max got up from the stool he was sitting at and walked over to his bag by his door, before leaving, he makes a comment to Adam's raging face, saying something close to

"Ugly? Look up the word in the dictionary. I guarantee your photo is there." He smirked at his comment and walked out the door, down the street to his messy apartment. He sighed as he grabbed out the scribbled on paper near his, with tons of jobs on it. Half were colored over, knowing they were taken or he didn't want to do it. 

"Florist is always open, but that makes me look gay, which isn't fully wrong, but no." 

Rolling off the couch he grabbed the other newspaper off the grey'd paper off the table and flipping through it to find the jobs page. Finally finding it he wrote them down on a napkin near him. Throwing the paper away after. He looked over the jobs. Nothing really stood out to him, but he did like one of them. Bartender. It wasn't too hard, so he went down to the bar. It was empty at this time of the day, so he walked up to the man with the 'owner' tag on his shirt and asked the simple question- 

"Are you hiring?"

"Yes boy. How old are you?"

"Uhm, 23? I can work right?" 

"Sure. The job is easy. You'll be taking care of the drunks and do the simple things, like pouring beers."

"Okay."

"Your shift starts in a few hours. Have fun."

"Okay."

Max walked out. Happy he got a job. He walked home and grabbed his phone, seeing texts from his friends like

'Adam is so pissed lmao'

'Good luck'

'That was hilarious.'

'You totally roasted him ecksdee. I wanna see him tomorrow.'

"Good. The shit deserved it." He said to himself, smiling slightly and waited for the hours to pass

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There will be a part 2. I'm sick and I couldn't write a ton sorry.- Me