Filling a Void (Kendall Jenner X Male Reader)

Wait For Me

Several months go by since that day, several long, lonely months. It was a gift and a curse meeting that girl, even with your brief interaction. On one hand, she was the most beautiful woman you'd ever laid eyes on. On the other, she swarmed your thoughts and pulled at your heart strings.

You couldn't help but imagine what could've been, even if it was unhealthy and definitely not sane. You just took her order, but somehow this created a lust for her unlike anything you'd ever felt.

You worked long hours, every time someone walked through that door you couldn't help but peak up, hoping it was her. But everytime, it wasn't.

Youd been regretful about your past all too much before, but this was a different feeling. Instead of knowing that you'd fucked up, now you were left wanting more...Wanting...anything.

How could you possibly feel so infatuated about a person you'd only met for mere moments?

You asked yourself this every night, hoping to somehow invalidate and belittle yourself enough to get over her out of pure self pity. But nothing worked.

Even Jess noticed. She'd commonly comment on your gloomy attitude or depressing attire. Yet she also teased.

Very often did she remind you that you had a chance to talk to and make a good impression on the Kendall Jenner, and yet you somehow made her run away.

You tried showing her the note, explaining that she had something last minute come up and that you hadn't been the problem. Jess didn't buy it, and neither did you.

And so for months on end, you worked and worked yourself away. You had a basket of wings damn near every night before closing down. You'd sit down at that booth and eat away as your thoughts drifted back to that night, to that girl.

"God I'm such a moody loser" you think to yourself.

And that's just the way life was for awhile...

One night you were getting ready to close up shop. You started wiping down the last of the tables. Exhausted, you glance around the room a bit, taking everything in for a sec.

You hear the sound of the doorbell ring as they door is pushed open. It was late, so you didn't want to serve anyone else. Besides, the cook had already left.

"We're closed, I'm sor-"

Your glance is taken away as you watch a thin, tall women dressed in a tan sweater walk through the doorway and towards that booth. She wore that Faded Yankee cap, her hair laying loosely out of the sides, dark in color. She takes her place at the booth and sits as casually as she had before, all those months ago...

You stand up and shift your focus from wiping down the tables. You walk over, slowly.

She turns to you, showing her face.

"Hey there"

"Hey... Didn't think I'd see you again"

"Yeah... Havent been in New York in awhile. Figured I'd make it up to you for ditching last time..."

"Oh...yeah..."

"I hope it's not too late..."

"It's alright. I'm closing up alone tonight, so I can go a little late, dont worry"

"Lucky for me, I guess"

"I guess so..."

There's a bit of a silence whilst she takes a peak at the menu.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Water, please."

You nod and head back to the kitchen. You got a pitcher of extra, ice cold water. You pour it into the cup slowly, adding a few ice cubes at the end to top it off.

You come back from the kitchen, but as you open the half door, you're greeted with a sight you knew all too well.

She's gone...again.

Your head noticable drops as you put the glass down on the bar table next to you.

"Boo!" She scares you.

You're startled, like a lot. You'd been lost in thought, and she crept up on you.

"What the fuck- I thought..."

"Gotcha" she smiles.

She didn't leave after all. She was just hiding to scare you. Funny enough, but it still had your heart racing, both from the thought of her ditching you and her startling you.

"Um, can I get you something to eat?" You ask.

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An hour goes by, she had ordered the same basket of wings as before. This time the two of you shared them.

She told stories of Venice and glamorous fashion shows. She had traveled the world and been to places you'd only ever dreamt of.

You told stories of late nights working the bar and college. Even though they all seemed lame to you, she actually enjoyed hearing your stories, as you did hers.

There was something about the normal, everyday guy that she didn't experience often that made her want more. This was the same with you, as you barely ever got to hear of such luxury.

The two of you were polar opposites, atleast when it came to lifestyle. She was neat, well dressed and traveled the world. You didn't travel too far out of New York, and you wore faded T-shirts and shorts that halted well above your knee. Your hair was dark and curly, complimenting your tan skin and freckles well. Your beard was full and could honestly use a shave. You were rough looking from the outside, though you were far from it on the inside. You hadn't been to the gym in ages, but you had an overall athletic build, so it didn't affect you too bad.

She however, looked like she lived in the gym (though you knew that not to be true). Her hourglass figure was like no other, and her abs were accentuated by her flat stomach. She had a small, button nose and gorgeous eyes. Her hair was well done, like usual. She wore that same ol' Yankee hat you'd always thought of, and a loose, tan sweater, complimented by her loose fitting leggings.

"I've never done anything so...fancy" you say.

"Yeah... It's fun, just after awhile... I don't know.."

You're curious now. She seemed like she wanted to say something, but was holding back.

"What's up?"

"Sometimes I guess I just... Wish I could be normal for a few days. Feels like my schedule is always crazy..."

An idea flickers in your brain.

"Then why don't you do something normal for the night?"

"I'm already sorta doing that... That's why I'm out eating here..."

"But not everybody gets to eat after closing time, No. I mean like actually normal."

"What are you getting at, Y/n?"

"Well, New York is a big city, and there's lots to do. I can show you what us "normal peasants" get up to..."

She rolls her eyes but switches her gaze as she realizes how serious you were.

"I don't know...it's getting late."

"Give me an hour to show you the city. It's my treat."

She seemingly wants to say no. She knows it to be the right answer, the one her agent would want her to say. But fuck that. For once, she just wanted to live.

"Okay... Show me the city then, Y/n"

You smile.

"Great! Let me close up real quick and then we can get going!"

You run towards the back, noticably enthusiastic. She can't help but giggle at your silly nature, but she also appreciates you. Your noble actions seemed like nothing, but they meant a lot to her...

Little did you know the snowball affect that you had started...