*Updated on February 2nd, 2015*
Skylar’s POV:
Remember earlier when I mentioned going out of business because of the cast?
Yeah… It seems even more possible now than it did before.
About an hour ago, Thomas, Will, Ki, and Dylan came in to the shop to “help”.
In my opinion, they need to reevaluate their definition of the word.
Because all they’ve done so far, besides annoy me with all the yelling, is chase each other around the place with a few Nerf guns.
The only one who actually helped was Thomas, but he got bored of doing dishes after about ten minutes and joined the other three in their battle.
I would’ve been somewhat okay with it, if they hadn’t disturbed me every time I tried to talk to a customer.
As soon as the bell on the door sounded, they would start screaming and pretending to fight with one another until I finally gave them some attention. At least they were upstairs and out of sight.
The customers simply gave me a weird look, paid for their items, and left without another glance.
“I swear if you boys lose me any customers, you will personally pay for it out of your own wallets!” I yell, as my most recent customer walks out of the shop and down the road.
“Aw, come on! It’s funny!” I hear Ki yell from the playroom upstairs, where the boys are currently watching Tommy.
“Ugh… Why me?” I mutter under my breath as I begin wheeling Tommy’s high chair in from the kitchen. “Hey, guys?” I yell up to them.
“Yeah?”
“Could you bring Tommy downstairs now? It’s lunch time.”
“Sure! Just a minute.” I hear Will yell, followed by the sound of footsteps going down stairs.
Thomas walks into the main area of the bakery, Tommy on his hip, and the rest of the guys close behind.
“Thanks.” I mutter, reaching out to grab my son. I put him in the high chair next to one of the tables, and hand him the juice box I had grabbed earlier.
The four boys each take a seat at the circular table, and look at me expectantly.
“Can I help you…?” I ask, giving them all a confused look.
“We’re just waiting for lunch.” Dylan says, a big smile on his face as he winks at me like a little kid.
“Is someone bringing you something to eat?” I question, my hands placed firmly on my hips. I think I know where this one’s going…
“Yeah! You are!” Ki exclaims, following Dylan’s actions as he winks at me, grinning.
I look at Will and Thomas, and they give me a sympathetic half-smile, as if to say sorry.
Great. I should’ve known.
“Ugh… fine. I’ll go cook some more pasta.” I sigh, turning to go into the kitchen.
I should’ve checked for Nerf guns before I turned around.
I get about five paces away from the table, when a rubber-tipped dart hits my rear.
“Hey!” I yell as I whip around to see Dylan with his gun pointed at me, as another dart soon comes in contact with my stomach. He’s laughing along with the others, and I can’t help but join in.
What can I say? Laughter is contagious.
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A/N: Ok, I know. Super short chapter, and I haven't updated in two weeks. I'M SORRY. I PROMISE.
Thing is, I've been trying to write more of it so I could give you guys a long chapter, but it's been difficult writing the next part...
I'VE REWRITTEN IT PROBABLY THREE TIMES NOW. I write like two pages, and then it just doesn't sound right so I go back and start over... It's stressful.
Anyway, I'm going to try and get the next one up sometime soon (like later tonight or tomorrow).
Second matter of business, HOLY READS.
MY READS HAVE ALMOST QUADRUPLED SINCE I LAST LOOKED AT THEM.
I WAS GETTING EXCITED ABOUT 100 READS JUST LIKE LAST CHAPTER.
WOW. YOU GUYS ARE COOL.
So thanks for all the reads! :)
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BROKEN (A Thomas Sangster Fanfiction)
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