Something to Believe In
part 3:
 
 “Sure!” I laughed, and realized I had completely forgotten why they were here in the first place. “You can look through the freezers and I can make them for you.  You’re more than welcome to eat them back here because the girls haven’t left yet.” I said, and looked through the window and they were all still sitting outside.  The boys stood up and started looking through all the freezers for ice cream flavors, and I brought back the sampling spoons for them to try a flavor that they wanted. 
“Can I have a milkshake?  I’m not a fan of spoons.” Liam asked.
“Of course!” I laughed, “What kind do you want?”
“What do you recommend?” he asked.
“I like cookies and cream, but if you want a smoothie I’d recommend the mango one, or if you want something sweeter there’s birthday cake with Oreos in it, and that’s my favorite.”
“Brilliant!  I’ll have that please!” he said, and I walked out and started making a milkshake, and another girl popped her head in.
“Who are you making that for?” she asked.
“I’m making myself some, I’m hungry.” I lied.
“What kind?”
“It’s cotton candy with gummy bears in it.” I lied again, and she made a disgusted face, and walked out.  I scooped and blended the milkshake, and brought it back to Liam, who tried it, and his whole face lit up.
“Wow that is delicious!” Louis then started singing “Milkshake” by Kelis, and they all broke out into laughter.
“I don’t remember what was in what I wanted.” Harry said as he looked through the book of flavors again, not finding what he wanted.
“I’ll get you another list.” I offered, and walked out front.  We had a stand up frame on top of the sneeze guard that doubled as a cheat-cheat for what was in the combinations.  I quickly grabbed my phone and texted Jordan, who I knew loved One Direction, and said,
“Don’t ask questions, just put on black pants and a t-shirt and show up to Maggie Moo’s like you’re going to work.  Wear close-toed shoes, and hurry the hell up.” She’d better get here fast, and I quickly added,
“Go around the back.” And I brought back the list for Harry.
“Thanks!” he said, and he Louis and Niall all huddled around it looking for one they wanted.
“Which do you recommend?” Zayn asked, still sitting on the desk.
“I like chocolate and peanut butter things.” I said, “So I get vanilla with peanut butter, Reese’s pieces, and peanut butter cups in it.” 
“Ohhhh!” Niall said, and looked up at me like I was the second coming of Christ. “Can you make me that one?!”
“Of course!” I said, and looked at Zayn who was shaking his head.
“That sounds good, but I really liked the cake batter.” He said, and his brow was furrowed in thought.  The way he said batter made me laugh, and then I suggested,
“I usually have birthday cake with chocolate covered pretzels and a ton of caramel.”
“That sounds perfect!” he said, and I ran out to make Niall’s and his ice creams.  Most of the girls had gone away, except for the red head and a few others.  I scooped Niall’s first, and then mixed Zayn’s.  I put extra caramel in it because caramel was my favorite so I figured it would taste good.  I brought both of them back, and got them each a cone to eat with it, even though I put it in bowls.
“Harry, what can I get for you?”
“I’ll have the better batter boogie board.” The way he said that made me laugh, as I heard him stumble over the words in the name.
“My sister gets that all the time!” I commented, and Liam elbowed him.
“How old’s  your sister?”
“She’s the same age as me, 17.” I said, and they all looked up at me.
“Twins?!” Harry asked.
“Triplets, actually.  I have a brother who is 17 too.” I laughed, and they all stared at me.
“That’s awesome!” Niall said, as he took a huge spoonful of his ice cream, and ate it.
“Hold on let me make this and I’ll talk to you more about it in a second.” I said, and ran out and quickly scooped Harry’s ice cream and mixed it on the slab. The redhead stuck her head in and said,
“I’m not leaving until I see One Direction.  There’s no other way out other than here.” She smiled evilly, and shut the door and sat on the chair, giving me darts with her eyes.  I just laughed, and brought Harry his ice cream in the back, and they all were satisfied with what they were eating.  I offered something to Paul, but he was lactose intolerant.
“Hey so is my friend.  She’s coming in for her shift soon, but she’s coming in the back.” I quickly lied, hoping Jordan understood the text enough to come in.  Patty was oblivious to all of this, because she was just going at cakes and whipping them out, because we were pretty much empty.
“What’s her name?” Liam asked, as he spun his straw around in his milkshake.
“Jordan, we go to the same school, she’s just a year younger than me.”  I heard a quiet knock on the back door, and they all look shocked.
“Don’t worry, it’s probably her.” Paul started walking back with me.
“There’s a hole, I can see if there’s anyone with her.” I said, and quickly peeped through the whole, to see Jordan standing there, looking around.  She was so confused, but luckily she was by herself.
“Hey!” I said, as I opened the door. She looked at me for a second, and I just nodded my head backward, and she looked past me and saw the boys sitting there.
“Oh, my, God.” She whispered, as she walked in, and I made sure the door was securely closed.
“Hey guys, this is Jordan.”  I walked her in, and handed her an apron, hoping she would just go along with it.
“Hey!” she smiled, and Patty looked up at me, as she finished boxing a cake.
“Patty, here, I’ll get the door for you, and Jordan you have to clock in, be right back!” I said, and all three of us walked out from the back and into the front.
“Alright, who are you?” Patty asked, as politely as possible.  I could understand how confused she was though.
“Patty, please pretend she works here, I just wanted her to meet the guys, I promise she’ll leave as soon as they do, and she can even work, she’ll make things up as she goes along.” I said, and she just laughed and said,
“Alright, but if Mark and Rhonda ask,”
“All my fault.”
“I didn’t know anything.” She said, and put the cake in the front freezer, I turned to Jordan, who was tying her apron on.
“Act calm.” I said, and she argued,
“I don’t know anything about here!”
“Don’t worry about it, just go along with everything I say.”
“How long have I worked here?” she asked,
“Doesn’t matter, just say you lost your normal shirt and broke your nametag, that’s all we need to cover.” I said, and she just sighed.
“I can’t believe this actually happened.” And I laughed, because I still couldn’t believe this was real life.