"Give it back!" You say, getting flustered as your best friend, Michael, snatches your phone.
"OoOoooO! Are you texting your boyfriend?~" He says, teasingly.
"He's not my boyfriend! And even if he was, I wouldn't tell you!"
"So it is a boy! I knew it!"
He tosses your phone in the air and smirks. You catch it before it hits the ground. You think to yourself, God, why is he so annoying.
You start typing again, hoping that you didnt worry the boy on the other end.
You: Hey, sorry for the late response. My friend took my phone lol. But yeah, we have to work together now!
And now we wait for his response. He takes a while to type, even if it's a simple 'ok', but it doesn't bother you.
Boy at work? : Alright, thanks for letting me know beforehand! See you at work :)
You smile at his response.>TIME SKIPP<
You make two sandwiches and place them in seperate little bags. Then you place both of them into a lunchbox. Making sure you packed two bottles of water along with some napkins, you start to walk out of the door.
bzzt bzzt
You take your phone out of your pocket and see a message from him. What could he possibly need?
Boy at work: Hey, are you ready for work?
You: Mhm! I was just leaving!
He didnt respond, so you got in your car and went to work.
(A bit of background knowledge...
You are 17 and living alone. Your mom lives elsewhere with your father. Most places you worked at never really interested you, so you decided to work at Freddy Fazbears. For a few weeks, you worked the day shift. You watched the kids, cleaned up messes, put mangle back together, etc. You would occasionally see the nightguard before you left, and sometimes you'd talk to him if he was early. Both of you extanged numbers, but never really got to know each others names.
Even though you worked hard and did a very good job, the owner recomended working as the night guard. He didnt give a clear description of why, but you didnt mind it.)))
When you arrived, you grabbed your lunchbox and walked up to the entrance. Excitement was making you impatient, so you eventually starter to run.
>tiny time skip<
You enter the main office to see a blonde haired boy sitting in a swivel chair, reading a book. He was wearing a red shirt with purple pants, along with some green and white shoes.
"Dork.." you thought to yourself as you walked over to him. He didnt seem to notice you, so you decided to scare him.
*no pov*
Y/N walked behind the nightguard and when they gotta close enough, placed both hands on his shoulders and screamed.*Y/N's pov*
"BOO!" I screamed, starting the boy.
He screamed like a little girl and fell out of the chair. I giggled for a few seconds, then decided to ask if he was okay.
"Are you okay?" I said, trying to supress a laugh.
He got up, rubbing the back of his head. Then he looked at me.
*first person pov*
He looked into your eyes, and paused. It looked like he lost his grip on reality for a moment.
After a few seconds, he finally shakes his head.
"Sorry, i zoned out..." He says.
You giggle a bit, and he looks down at the floor.
Is he blushing?
You dont pay any attention to this, and decide to steal his chair.
"So, since we don't know each others names...."
"Jeremy. My name is Jeremy." He says, turning around and sticking out his hand.
"Y/N!" You say, shaking it.
Before you can make a comment on his outfit, the lights flicker. The night shift just started.
YOU ARE READING
Jeremy Fitzgerald x Reader!
Teen FictionI might add a little smut into this. I'll try to update when i can, so be paitent! Spelling errors will be common throughout the story 😕