Real Ones know that Drummers are Hot - (Moe x Reader)

Chapter 4

(Second Person POV)

You wake up feeling like shit. You groan as you roll over to check the time. It's three in the afternoon. You curse to yourself and plop your face into the bed. You push yourself up and head to the kitchen to make some coffee. While you wait for it to brew, you pick up your phone to call your boss. You had work today.

You hear your boss' voice, "Y/N! About time you called. What happened, get a little too caught up watching TV?"

You sigh tiredly, "No ma'am... I wayyy overslept. I apologize for this, and I'll take someone's closing shift if you'd like me to."

"Uh huh. And what was the reason you overslept? Because from what I've seen, you were up late playing kid music. Doesn't really seem to me like you need this job, what do you think?"

".....hwahh?" You're very confused. You rub your eyes, "Wha-what do you mean...?"

"One of your coworkers showed me your video on Youtube. I see you've watching a lot of- What was it.. The Noodlemops..?"

You close your eyes in annoyance, "...The Doodlebops."

"That's the name. Anyways, Y/N, we've taken this morning.. aka, all the time you spent sleeping in.. to find someone else more qualified for the job."

"...More qualified to work register at a dollar store..?" You don't try to hide your annoyance, you've never really liked your boss, and it sounds like you just lost your job, so you don't care to be professional or anything anymore.

"More- Well- At least this new hire won't oversleep because they've spent all week, and apparently all last night, to recreate kids music part by part at home. Seems you're busy enough doing that, and now you've got even more free time. You're fired, Y/N."

And she hangs up before you get a chance to say anything back.

(First Person POV) 

Fine. If she wants to hang up to avoid getting bitched out, then I'm marching my ass down there. I get dressed, drink some coffee, and slammed the door behind me as I left. My work is within walking distance, and I usually walk there anyways, so I get down there pretty quickly.

I storm in, "Alright. I was not done talking." I head behind the registers. A coworker looks at me, kind of shocked. They don't move out of my way, so I shoulder check them. I head straight into the back, to the office where my boss is sitting. "First of all-" My sudden and loud voice makes her jump and turn to me, I kind of get in her face a bit, "You have no right taking jabs at me for watching kid shows and making music, when you spend your free time drunk as hell and crying all damn night. Plus, I'm not the one who has to worry about my divorce and my visiting rights. And stop making sob story posts on Facebook about it, 'cause no one actually gives a shit. Now give me my pay."

My ex-boss is in shock, and nearly in tears, but she quietly apologizes and turns to get my earnings ready for me. I feel bad, now that I've released some anger, but I guess I'll apologize when I bump into her again. I turn to the doorway, where the two other workers in the store are peeking in at me. They duck their heads out of sight and I storm over to confront them too. They're already back at the registers, hurriedly and awkwardly scanning items. 

I point an angry finger at them, "And you two, lazy ass douchebags.. Which one of you showed the boss my fucking Youtube video?" Neither of them even look at me, the customers are though, so I continue my rant, "Okay, neither of you are gonna admit it..? How about.. Let's see... You shit talk every customer that comes through your line for one thing or another. Some examples of this," I look at the customers while I point at my coworker, "This worker has talked about customers behind their back for being fat, or ugly, or a loser, or an alleged addict. They've rolled their eyes at a gay couple and said homophobic things after they left." My coworker seems to shrink with every word I say, that was my goal though. 

I walk to the other worker. "And you," They seem a bit scared of me, I walk right up next to them, "Do you wanna tell these kind people about your little donation scam you're running..?" They look at you with wide eyes, I smile, "Yes, I know about that." I look at the customers again, "This scumbag worker often asks if a customer would like to make a donation to some kind of tragic cause, and upon the customer agreeing and handing over more money.. They don't add it on, type in what you spent without the additional money, and pockets what's left over."

The customer's jaws have all dropped, and they look both shocked and appalled at what they have learned. I smile, go collect my pay, and head out of the store to go home. 

I hear someone come out of the store seconds later, they're yelling, "Miss! Miss, wait up!" I stop and turn to look at them, they run up with their groceries in their arms, "That was metal!" I blink at him, he excitedly continues, "Can I get a picture with you?" 

"Suuure..?" I wait for him to set down his stuff and pull out his phone to take a selfie. I smile as he does too, and snaps a picture. I watch him pick up his stuff again.

He looks at me happily, "Thank you so much! I love your videos!!" ...He what...? With that, he hurries off, and I'm left standing there confused.