Read The Fine Print {Azul x Reader}

No Help

"You, coming to me for boy advice!?" Amelia, one of your closest friends, yelled in your face when you answered the door.
"Hello to you too," you let her into your small apartment. You were sure she lied to her parents in order to be here at this hour, probably telling them she was sleeping over at a school friend's place so they could cram for a test. If a friend of yours was still in school, that friend's parents almost definitely didn't like you. Bad influence, they would say. "I mean, you're the only person I know who's in a healthy relationship," Amelia had been with her boyfriend for nearly two years, and he was actually a good guy. Surprisingly, you were the one who introduced them.
"YOU WANT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP!?! Are you okay? What drugs are you on?" Amelia questions. She never thought she'd see the day you tried to turn your life around.
"It's not like I went actively looking for one. Hell, I'm still freaked out by the idea. But this guy..." you struggle to find a way to describe Azul.
"What about himmm~" Amelia clasps her hands together, looking up at you with those shiny eyes. Every time you told her about a guy, it was all 'this dude has tattoos, he went to jail for assault, he's 10 years older than me.' That older guy in particular made her shudder. She was relieved when that one only lasted two weeks.
"Ugh... you know how I hate emotions," you cringe away from her a little. She could be so... mushy. The opposite of you.
"If you don't tell me I can't help you~" she says in a singsong voice. You scowl deeper, but start describing your boss to her to the best of your ability.
"He's... smart. Very smart. A business genius, really. He seems sketchy as fuck at first, always trying to get something out of someone. But I kinda like that about him, as long as it isn't me he's trying to swindle. He just loves strategizing so much. Apparently he hates leaving things up to chance. I think he's kinda obsessed with looking good, both physically and as a person. I feel like there are things he still isn't telling me. And I wanna know more. God, he's fucking weird!" You slump on the couch.
"Okay, but... is he cute?" You knew that was coming.
"Yes, but he doesn't look like the guys I usually date," Amelia considers that a good thing. She hasn't liked a single one of your exes.
"Do you have any pics?" You shake your head. You somehow hadn't taken a single pic with him the whole time you've known him. You have plenty of pics with Floyd, a few with Jade, and even a couple with Kalim. But none with Azul. Then you remember something.
"The Lounge! It has a Magicam account," You whip out your phone and pull the page up. Sure enough, there's a pic of the whole staff, Azul looking stiff and fake at the center of it.
"You don't have any other pics..." Amelia clearly wasn't impressed. She wanted something more candid.
"This is pretty much how he appears to anyone who doesn't know him well. All guarded and shit," Amelia plops down on the couch next to you. "I dunno, come by some time and see what he's like up close."
"Okay," she agrees as if you were serious.
"I was joking, man.., ah, I don't even have the energy to fight you. Stop by tomorrow. Wait, you aren't helping me at all."
"Sorry, sorry. What exactly are you having an issue with anyways? I've never known you to have a problem asking a dude out," Amelia gasps. "Could it be... you did ask him out and he rejected you!?" You shove her a little.
"Of course not! Dumbass. The problem is it's all too complicated. I don't even know if I have feelings for him. I think I do? But it's hard tell what I'm feeling. And even if I like him and he somehow likes me back, there's a lot at risk. My job and my friendship with him would be on the line if it didn't work out. So I need to know if it's worth the risk."
"Hmm... I really think you should try. But I'll tell you what I think tomorrow after I meet him. Please promise me if I give him my approval you'll ask him out," Amelia pleads. If he turns out to be a good guy, this could be the turning point for you. She was losing her mind watching you sink into your hole, wasting your time on bad boys, drinking alone, and doing nothing to move up in the world. It was like you were content to live in this tiny apartment in this dangerous neighborhood for the rest of your days. A good man could really pull you out of that funk. You deserved better in her opinion, something you never believed yourself.
"I don't know. Part of me thinks he'll be so offended that trash like me would think he'd sink to my level that he'll fire me on the spot," there it is, exactly what she expected from you. That nagging voice in your head that tells you you're below others, no matter how hard she and your other friends tried to hammer that thought out of you.
"You. Are. Not. Trash!!!" She starts shaking you.
"AAaaHHhh, I get it, I get it! I'll stop worrying about that one aspect!" She releases you. "But that doesn't get rid of my other problems. I could still lose my job and new best friend," she shakes you more.
"I can't believe you replaced me as your best friend!" You laugh this time, intentionally trying to get a rise out of her. You lightly push her off.
"Get offa me. Are you staying or not? I need to unwind if you're gonna scrutinize my taste tomorrow."
"I'm staying. Told the 'rents I was working on a project with a girl from school," you smile. You really weren't a great influence. The two of you shoot the shit for a few hours and sneak in a drink or two. God, you were the worst influence. She falls asleep easily on the couch while you lie awake in bed, anxious about Azul finally meeting someone from your life.