Call of Duty Modern Warfare II: Oneshots

Kyle Gaz Garrick: S-she called me Darlin'

A/N: Hiya! This oneshot, is based on a true story. I was out on vacation with my boyfriend and his family, and a waitress called him darling'. I have a little accent from went I lived in Kentucky, so I call him darlin all the time but this woman had a THICC accent, I happened to look at him and he's face was red and looked away from her so fast. I made fun of him 'cause of it...

ANYWAYS!   I thought I would write about it, through Gaz man here. This is gonna be a f!reader, I have a story with a m!reader on the way, but not this plot. yeah, enjoy :D

Also! I thought I made up a restaurant called The Hen House, and there is one in Illinois, whoops lol, Imma keep it in here though. 

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Ughh, I have to go to work today, this sucks. I work at a slow and not so popular restaurant, The Hen House. 

As I was regretting my life choices, I heard my phone ringing. Sighing, then walking over to the phone to answer it. 

"Hello?" I waited to hear who it is. "WHY THE FUCK AIN'T YOU AT WORK YET?!" 

I moved my phone away, to not be deaf. Jesus, It's Rob, my boss. This'll be fun. Moving the phone near my ear again I answered.

"Well, a hello to you too, sir." I rolled my eyes as I said it. "And what the hell are you on about me 'not' in work, yet? Rob, It's not 6 yet, It's 3:30."  

"It says on the schedule that you are coming in at 3, and it's 3:30, so don't bullshit me.." He paused, I swear to God, I'm about to hit this man, the thought of him makes me mad. 

"It's busy as hell. You need to get in early today, oh and you are still closing tonight."

...Yep, Imma kill him.

"Aight, On my way now, and I hope you know I WILL get paid for working overtime." With that I hung on and got up to get ready, Fuck Rob. 

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After a quick shower, I threw on my work clothes and went to my car. 

"Stupid ass Rob, making me go into work early." I mumbled under my breath. Groaning, I started the car, and went to work. This is gonna be hell.

Half way there, I got a text. I rolled my eyes, full KNOWING it was Rob "Eh, he can wait." I turned on my radio, to just calm down before I got there. 

Humming and drumming my fingers on my wheel. I stopped at a stoplight, and a really good song came on. I started to smile

"Hell yeah." It was 'I wanna talk about me.' Then taking a deep breath

"But every once in a while...I wanna talk about me, wanna talk about I, wanna talk about number 1, oh my, me my!" 

I happened to look over at the car next to me, and it was filled with about, I don't know 3, or 4, men. 

And all of them are staring at me, Jesus. I stopped and awkwardly smiled at them and looking back at the stoplight, well that was awkward. Thank god, I don't have to see them again. Knock on wood.

I finally get to work, without embarrassing myself anymore than I have today. I locked my car and walked in. 

I look around, and Rob was NOT lyin' when he said it was busy. It normally isn't this busy. Sighing and walking into the office to clock in. 

"It took you long enough, I texted you!" I stopped and just looked at my little locker. I turned around, to see Rob. "Y'know, I would've been here earlier if you weren't an ass." Then slamming my locker, heading out to get my notepad and pen.