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unpaid intern

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗/ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:
[they lightly talk about porn, i think that's all??]

𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌:
unpaid intern - bo burnham
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♩✧･ﾟ♬✧･ﾟ♪: *✧♩･ﾟ:*

he wasn't 'stressed' per se. george was very level-headed. he was organised. he had everything under control.

okay, no, he was definitely fucking stressed.

why the frikkidy frack is sorting paperwork so bloody hard.

he was distracted from his self-deprecating state of mind by the door to his shitty excuse of an office flinging open.

"george" his boss spoke from the door, snapping his fingers like george was his pet, "meeting. now." he spat, leaving just after.

george got up quickly, grabbing some random papers as if he knew what was going on and speed-walking after the stupid bald man.

he sat in that meeting for over an hour. doing literally nothing.

the topic they were discussing wasn't even relevant to him, so he didn't even need to take notes, he just sat there and acted like he was listening.

he went to leave, his egg-headed boss stopping him. "we're having a second follow-up meeting after the lunch break," he informed the brunette, "can you get everyone coffee."

ridiculous. it's absolutely ridiculous. it is literally their lunch break. can they not get their own fucking coffee??

"yes sir," he replied, smiling politely- like the angel he is.

he walked into the room where all the meeting attendees were sitting in silence, honestly like a room of robots, speaking loud enough so they would all hear.

"who needs a coffee, cause i'm doing a run?" he asked warmly, seriously fighting the urge to glare at all the weird old men.

"how much is it?" one of them asked. cheap fuck.

"it's free sir," george started, "the company pays for it," he elaborated.

unlike him, who isn't paid by anyone.

he walked around the room, taking people's orders like a waiter, writing them into his phone notes.

the smell of coffee in this stupid coffee shop was so overwhelming george thought he could die as he walked straight up to the counter, being the only customer there.

"hey handsome, what can i getcha?" the blond boy behind the counter asked, george most definitely not getting flustered...

he ignored the compliment, getting out his phone and reading out the list of orders, the taller boy typing them into the till.

"that all?" he asked, playfully raising an eyebrow, receiving a nod from george.

the blond pushed the card reader towards george to let him know it was ready for him to pay, before turning around and beginning to prepare the drinks.

"either," the stranger began, turning around to face george as he shook something, "you're a caffeine addict, a secretary, or an intern," he observed, smirking at the brunette.

"unfortunately the latter," george responded, absentmindedly drawing shapes into the counter.

"ah," the taller boy winced, "that sucks man, we get a lot of you in here."

george raised a playful eyebrow, jokingly looking around the room, "is that so?" he questioned sarcastically, "you don't seem very busy."

dream rolled his eyes, his smile giving away his true reaction, "normally people order coffee here in the morning," he explained.

george didn't offer a verbal response, simply nodding and pretending to be interested in the random posters around the room.

"so," the taller boy started, still trying to spark conversation with the brunette, "what are you getting out of your internship?"

"work experience," he answered simply, "possibly a work placement at the end if they like me."

"you not getting paid?" the stranger asked, weirdly interested in george's internship.

"nope," he replied dryly, really not that interested in the conversation.

"how is that legal?" the blond questioned, george just shrugging, "surely it's like, against your human rights?" he joked, earning a half-hearted -but genuine- laugh from the shorter.

"interns are barely people," he joked back, the other boy mirroring his amused expression.

"i'm dream by the way." the blond introduced himself, smiling warmly at the other.

"i know," george responded, pointing at the other, "it says on your name tag."

dream looked down, laughing, "forgot about that."

"i'm george," the brunette smiled back, sort of not hating the taller boy.

"what're you doing this evening george?" dream asked casually, purring a takeaway cup into the coffee machine.

"probably going to sit in my apartment and watch porn," he answered honestly.

"you not one to go out?" the blond questioned, ignoring the crude confession.

"can't afford it," george responded, shrugging sadly.

"what about your friends?" dream asked, stirring a new drink.

"they all live in england," he explained sadly.

"well then," dream started, turning to make eye contact with the brunette, "invite me round," he suggested.

"what," george started, smirking, "to watch porn with me?"

dream shrugged playfully, mirroring the other's expression, "sure."

♩✧･ﾟ♬✧･ﾟ♪: *✧♩･ﾟ:*

fluff?

congratulations!! you just read 777 words!

i know this one is short but the next one is longer so it's okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

anyway, i promise i didn't forget about posting here, i was just very excited about my new book (which is pog btw you should read it :coolsunglassesemoji:

love you all!

-kit