Summer Job

'Since i've been loving you'*

01/09/1992
warnings: not rly smut but sexual content

'what's up with you? seem to have a skip in your step this morning' jamie interrogated me as i bounced towards his car, opening the door.

i giggled in response 'nothing', a brazen grin across my lips.

'i'm not stupid i know something's up. is it that cocky lad from work?'

i scoffed. 'just leave it will you?'

'alright alright. just use protection, yeah?'

'you're not my fucking dad, jamie, just leave it, alright?' i hissed, crossing my arms across my chest.

he shook his head in disappointment and pulled out of my driveway.

'you owe me for all these lifts, you know?'

'yeah when i get a car i'll give you lifts that's fine'

'i don't mean it like that'. he responded bluntly.

i looked over to him in confusion, raising a single brow. he returned the look.

'jamie. we spoke about this.'

'yeah, and? you're saying it's never going to happen again?'

'that's exactly what i'm saying. it's too weird, you're basically a brother to me'

'you can't deny it was fun though' he chuckled as he turned the steering wheel.

'no jamie. we were both so fucked. can we talk about something else?'

'it's because you've got a new shag, isn't it?'

i didn't respond, instead, i clenched my jaw and gazed out of the window in anguish.

'alright. i'll leave it now. i'm teasing anyway.'

we pulled up outside of work and i slammed the door behind me without saying thank you, i always say thank you.

i walked in front of the bonet as jamie wound down his window.

'you're welcome!' he shouted, driving off in a hurry.

'fuck off' i yelled back, not turning to face him and holding up my middle finger behind me.

'the fuck's that about?' damon approached me as he placed his hand on my back.

'why are you always here so early?' i asked, avoiding his question.

'answer my question first' he demanded, stopping me in my tracks by standing in front of me.

'it's just jamie being a twat. can we not talk about this now? i'll tell you another time' i pushed past him.

damon span around on his heels in confusion, pausing for a second before catching up with me.

'whatever. you better tell me tho'

'i will, promise.' i held out my pinky.

damon giggled at my gesture, but eventually wrapped his pinky around mine before we both walked through the main doors.

—-

it was 6pm, 6 hours into my shift, i made my way up the grand staircase, silver tray in hand as i collected disregarded glasses scattered across the house.

the balls of my feet were agony. damon sensed my suffering as i felt a warm hand grasp my waist from behind.

'you alright love?' he asked, taking the tray from my hand. 'why don't you take a break, i got this.'