Matt Vs Josh.

THE END

"Fuck I'm sorry" I mumbled to some random person passing them in the office, almost coating both of us in there coffee, they nodded a quick acknowledgement and flew past me going about there business.

 I will never get the hang of it in here no matter how hard I try, there was the big glass walls showing every body everything that was going on then there was the people, stuck up all dressed in matching black and grey almost as boring as the super modern decor, Its hard to say you love your job as a creative when your environment sucks the life out of you. 

I quickly made my way back to my desk, carrying a subway bag with a 12' meatball marinara and a big ass cookie, I couldn't even eat in peace in this place, its like I'm in the Tate modern doing an exhibit or something with all the people walking by and silently judging me, fuck them Ill eat until my ass jiggles. 

I was rudely interrupted from sandwich land by two heavy handed knocks on my office door, I tore myself away muttering a come in and wiping my face with the back of my hand, that's when somebody grabbed my sandwich off the desk and took a big bite, moaning in happiness. 

"And to what do I owe the pleasure Jack" I groaned, making grabbing hands for my sub he shook his head polishing off the half in like three bites. 

"Firstly I'm doing you a favour you need to fit into the dress I bought you, so yeah ill also be taking this cookie, secondly HAPPY BIRTHDAY" I shot up from my desk, pointing a finger at him and shaking my head, he was sat on my leather couch well thats too eloquent a word, spread with cookie crumbs covering the floor at his feet. 

"I told you I wasn't celebrating and Jack really you eat like a firicking 2 year old" I scolded Jack, shaking my head and falling back into my seat, my eyes scanning over the glossy black box with a red bow he left sat on my desk. 

In all honestly I half forgot it was my birthday, I mean I knew obviously but I wasn't bothered, I made it perfectly clear to my dad to not even so much as mention it witch was simple enough for him because he left the house before I even woke up on another one of his 'errands' that all started the night at the club, and so far hasn't turned up to work, a whole month and 2 weeks of him being shifty and ducking out at every opportunity, and now Jack rolls in doing his honest to god best and making me happy and then just striking out completely. 

"Jack, what did I tell you about my birthday, I said no fuss and no gifts!!" I scolded him again, rolling my eyes and pretending to be mad at him, because really how could you actually be mad at Jack?

"Its not a gift, its a dress" I groaned, glaring at him and pointing to the wrapping paper.

"Why is it in gift wrap with a bow?" Jack shook his head, walking up to the box and taking off the bow, sticking it to his head and sitting on the edge of my desk. 

"Now its just a dress in a box, open it" I let my fingers trace over the lid, taking one last look at him. 

"Whats it for?" Jack groaned again, ripping the lid of the box and leaving me to sort out the rest. 

"Im taking you out tonight for dinner, nothing too fancy just booked us a table at some sit down place near times square, they have good spaghetti apparently" I nodded at Jack, picking up the dress from the box and gasping at its beauty. 

"Wow thank you but seriously Jack this is amazing I cant" Jack cut me off taking a sip of my drink just to get the Ella's food hat trick. 

"No takeysbacksy's its going to be awsome im wearing a matching tie taking a shower everything will be great" I laughed at Jack, stroking my hand over the fabric. 

"You sure its not too fancy for this place ??" Jack shook his head, putting the lid back on the box to protect the dress. 

"Don't worry Ell, everyone in the place will have all there eyes on you, its perfect for where were going" I nodded, getting a little emotional then it dawned on me...