hassling hayden

the plan

today was the day of you and bernadines ingenious scheme.

sunday was a very chill day and you guys literally just sat in the living room all day, smoked pot, played card games and listened to kunslers record player. you saw almost no tom all day. you saw him go in and out the doors few times, but he didn't even take one glance at you. but whatever. you didn't care..

you rolled over in bed and faced bernadine, whos eyes were focused on the ceiling. "earth to bernadine." you said in robot voice. she shook her head and giggled. "sorry, just thinking about our academy award speeches for "best prank of the century"." she jeered.

"id like to thank the academy. i'd like to thank my partner in crime, bernadine hoffman." you sarcastically spoke. bernadine shoved you, "hoffman? you bitch." she laughed. "i would also like to thank MY partner in crime, y/n hayden." she mocked you. you shoved her right back and rolled your eyes.

"but, of course, the person id like to thank most.. is judge julius hoffman. thank you for being so stupid and fun to make fun of. we couldn't have done it without you." you preached.

"and to the pigs of the world, thank you for being so ugly and idiotic. couldn't have asked for a better group of people to throw bottles at and make fun of your little penises. couldn't have made it here without your help." bernadine cried. you both erupted in laughter. you guys are literally so funny.

you both stretched, letting out big stretching noises. you then slipped out of bed and walked over to your dresser. "hey bernie, could i borrow some clothes of yours. i feel like if i go in there sporting my lazy style, i'll get frowned upon." you chuckled. "haha yeah sure dude." she assured, rolling out of bed herself.

bernadine lended you a black fitted turtle neck, paired with a sleeveless brown plaid dress over it. you looked so, ugh preppy. but you couldn't lie and say you didn't look good. you looked like a sexy little secretary. you pinned your hair back with a hair clip. you didn't even look like yourself. your big fluffy hair was you! you looked so professional.

bernadine wore a cream turtle neck and a black knee length skirt, and tights. "holy shit y/n, you look good!" she smiled. you blushed. "stawp it." you gushed, shuffling your feet, jokingly.

"cmon, tom made waffles." she said, gesturing out the door, as you followed behind her. tom made waffles? he could cook? hm. interesting.

you walked out and saw everyone in the one small living room. on the couch sat abbie, jerry and your uncle. on the arm chairs across from the couches, was john and dave. leaned up against the doorway was weinglass, writing down something on his clipboard. sitting on the windowsill was lee. and leaned up against the kitchen counter was rennie and tom.

his eyes instantly focused on you, as your immediately focused on him once you turned the corner fully. you saw him look you up and down and widen his eyes. bernie had told you that he liked preps, so maybe he thought you were hot. who knows.

he noticed that you had seen him looking, and he immediately shot him eyes back down at the floor. he cleared his throat and shoved his hand in his pocket. awkwarddd.

he was wearing a white collared shirt with a suit jacket ontop. he was sipping from a coffee mug with his other hand. he looked professional, and handsome.

"damn y/n, lookin good." abbie did finger guns and you and winked. "ahem?" bernadine cleared her throat from beside you. "you too, are lookin good." her did the sams finger guns at her and same wink, earning a eye roll and smile from her. it was cute, how he was the only person who made her nervous.

"ah y/n! how was your weekend?" beamed kunsler, slowly standing up and waddled over to you with open arms. "it was g-good." you awkwardly lied, hugging him back.