𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎--𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐄 [Discontinued :( ]

heat is like feelings, they rise

"Are you taking care of the house?" 

"Yes mom, I am. I'm not 13." (y/n) rolled her eyes. She was at the jewelry store staring at the people passing by. "Are you coming home this week? There aren't many days left of spring break."

"Oh honey I'd love to but-" Her mother started. (y/n)'s voice caught in her throat and she sighed.

"Whatever, it's okay. I know, you have work. I'll see when I see you, right?"

"(y/n), I'm sorry sweetie. We're working on this huge project in Bali and we can't miss anything."

"I get it. Uh-tell, dad, I say hi. Miss you, love you, bye." 

(y/n) hung up before her mother could respond. A sinking feeling settled in her gut; all she could think about was the end of her shift. Kristen and Kiko returned to Princeton, Marshall, and Bo were on a flight to San Fransisco and soon enough the only two residents would leave New York. 

Shit. Thorpe's going back to Florida soon. 

The feeling sank deeper and she frowned. The conversation she had with him two nights ago remained tattooed in her brain. 

Stupid fucking rules. Why even make them in the first place? It's not like they'll matter when he leaves. 

The phone rang and (y/n) straightened her back. "Hi, Mr. Yang. Yes, the diamonds you ordered are right here. Pick them up today? I'm at the store until 5."

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Thorpe exited the gym and adjusted his bag on his shoulder. His Honda Civic waited patiently for him as he started the engine. The boy wasn't sure if he should go to his dad's house and spend time with Alisha or if he should visit (y/n) at work.

It wasn't a hard decision but he knew it was overstepping. Another Rule Number One would happen that would lead to Rule Number Two and perhaps create Rule Number Three. 

Thorpe said fuck it and parked his car at the nearest 7-11. 

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Luke typed up his essay and reread the text. It was 3:17 pm and he was bored out of his mind. The thought of COD and watching twitch streams crossed his mind and he tried his best to fight it. 

"I deserve a break." He closed his computer and smiled. He picked up coke from the fridge and a bag of chips and ran downstairs.

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I am such an idiot why am I bringing her favorite snacks to where she works? I am not her boyfriend for fuck's sake. This is so bad, this is worsening my situation. Why did I think coming to New York would be a good idea? Why did I have to see her of all people?

Thorpe arrived at the jewelry store and saw (y/n) smiling and laughing with a client. He scribbled something down on a piece of paper and (y/n) shook her head. He wrote down a different number and the girl shook her head harder. The man squeezed her hand and nodded. 

Thorpe closed the car door and entered the store. 

"What are you doing here?" Roy grimaced. "The trash dump is 6 blocks down." 

"Haha." Thorpe deadpanned. "I brought you food because I don't remember you bringing lunch."

"Oh." You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thanks." She grabbed the mountain dew and KitKat from his hands and stuffed them under the desk. "You didn't have to. There's a cafe not far from here I could've gone to."

"Yeah well." Thorpe shrugged and pulled on his curls. "Rule Number One."

Roy blinked. "What do you mean?"