TW! MENTION OF DRUGS AND DRINKING
As Kylan sat in the empty Mcdonald's play area, half asleep, and scrolling on his phone he heard a blaring, loud ass voice yelling at the speaker. He checked the time on his phone, it read 2:27AM. Great, the night was just getting started.
"Who the fuck is at Mcdonalds at 2:27AM.." He questioned himself. He reluctantly sat up, and went to the window. Looking through the cameras, he saw a rather nice looking car with a sticker saying "I heart William Afton" On the side of it. It was obvious whoever was in this thing was gay.
"Welcome to Mcdonald's! How may I help you?" He asked the customer, yawning as he did so.
"Yeah uhh....I'd like 69 whoppers.....and...2 oreo milkshakes." The man said. Kylan was absolutely flabbergasted as the man spoke. Either from his voice, or what he was asking for. Kylan had a train of thoughts rush through his mind,"69 WHOPPERS. Is this guy alright? is he drunk? is he on drugs or something...I mean his voice is kinda hot atleast...I wonder what he looks like. Hopefully he's hot." Is basically all Kylan thought.
"I..uh sir? This is a McDonald's..and our ice cream machine is broken. Sorry for the inconvenience." He told the man.
"Fuck you, i'm pulling up!" The man shouted at Kylan. He was getting nervous seeing the car pull up.
"I.." The man said, They both stared into each other's eyes, his features were all around amazing. Kylan began blushing, he could feel his face getting extremely hot. He began hoping that the man would give him his number.
"I'm Dario." He said to Kylan. "Holy shit.." Kylan thought to himself. His heart racing fast as he tried to manage his breathing.
"I'm..Kylan." Kylan responded. Obviously sounding nervous. Shivers were sent down his spine. Dario broke eye contact, looking to the side for a short moment before looking back at him.
"Can i get your number?" Kylan suddenly blurted out on accident. As soon as he did he covered his mouth "You're fucking stupid bro.." The voice in Kylans mind said to him. He was full on stressing as he panicked. As the seconds went on, the felt like hours, days, weeks, months. He was shaking at this point. Hands still on his mouth. Biting his lip underneath. "fuck, fuck fuck." He repeatedly said. Staring in the opposite direction as Dario. He was praying he would say yes, reach for his hand, and write his number on his palm. His breath wasn't getting any steadier the longer it went without saying anything. He debated retracting his statement with an "I'm so sorry sir!" But he didn't want to. He wanted to know where this would go. Curse his curiousness. This could end horribly, or wonderfully.
"Sure." Dario finally said, smirking, after around 10 seconds. As Kylan watched him slip a piece of paper out from the center console of his expensive looking car. Pulling out a pen from his pocket he wrote his number in the most elegant script Kylan had ever viewed before. Dario then handed Kylan the slip, making sure to brush his hand up against Kylan's. His eyes lit up at Dario's touch. Looking at him, smiling subtlety before Dario sped off to the neighboring fast food restaurant up the street.
The only word Kylan managed to get out was "Wow." He sat there, gazing up at the night sky from the open window where he sat, resting his chin in his palm. He then remembered the slip of paper that he had tucked in his pocket. He reached for it in his pocket, then opened it up. He put the number written on the paper in his phone, marking the contact as 'Dario <3.' Before throwing the slip of paper away, he saw a note on the back, With a restaurant name, and a sentence. reading "I'll be here tomorrow night, can't wait to see you then." The flirty remark made Kylan giggle. He remembered seeing him write the sentence, but figured it was just some accidental mistake he needed to scribble out or something.
6:00AM
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As Kylan left the Mcdonald's, and his Coworkers entered he bit his lip once more, giggling about the experience from a few hours ago. His coworkers seemed to notice his happiness, one in specific, Renn.
"Why are you so happy bro, normally you're half asleep..?" They questioned, Kylan made an excuse and said he had coffee. He didn't need anyone knowing what had happen.
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Word count- 768 !
sorry if it was short fr
