Assistant manager- [M.S]

7

"Wanna have some fun??"

Chris stands at my door fully dressed, his sunglasses popped up on his forehead, tucking his hair out of his face.

"Absolutely not" I respond

He cocks a eyebrow at me "what do you mean?" I pull him inside and shut the door

"I mean" I drag my words out as I talk to him "i don't want to go out. I don't want to smoke. I don't want to do anything. I just want something to do until we have to work and you're going to entertain me"

That smirk flashes on his lips and he grabs the bottom of his shirt like he's about to yank it off, my eyes widen as I realise what he's doing.

"No no that's not what I meant!" I quickly reach to pull his arms down.

He laughs as he pushes my shoulder "I was kidding don't worry, what's got you so worked up?" He takes a seat on my unmade bed.

I groan. There's no way I am telling him about Matt I mean, it's his brother. He'd probably feel more embarrassed then I was.

I lean back against there television stand and fold my arms up to my chest

"I don't know.. my dads being kind of weird" I pulled that out of my ass.. a total lie! I mean yeah she was weird but she's not why I was worked up.

He sits up, putting his hands on his knees as he tilts his head "why is he being weird?" The fact that he's genuinely concerned doesn't help that i now feel guilty over telling a small lie.

I let out a light laugh, rolling my eyes, "she's not.. never mind" I say as I wave my arm to signal to forget about it.

"How was your interview" i try and change the subject.

He shrugs. Relaxing his body a bit "it was alright, you watched it didn't you?" He asked

I nod

He poses another question I'm not sure I'm going to have the answer to "what do you have to get used too?"

"Just getting comfortable around people" i start, i walk over to where he's sat on the bed, flattening the sheets before perching next to him. "I have anxiety so it's hard for me to socialise and be confident and all that.. I don't know it's stupid" i stop rambling

"Hey it's not stupid if it's making you upset" Chris says in the softest tone ever, he's talking as if I'm fragile. As if I'm going to break.

"I just dont want to be in anyone's hair" I admit

"Don't say that your not in anyone's hair" he judges my shoulder a bit "plus we are friends so if you need anything or your feeling shit just message me" he states

"I've known you two days- three if your counting today" i mumble "I barely know you" i whisper, Not wanting to sound rude that he's just called us friends.

He smiles as he puts his arm around me "well i classify you as a friend. And we are also working together, I think we would get to know eachother, don't you agree?"

"When did you get your first piercing?" I blurt out, trying to make conversation.

"Well I got the first one when I was a newborn which was my ears, I have eleven piercings, my ears which make 8 my lip which is 9, my eyebrow which is 10 then my nose which makes 11"

I nod as I examine his face "what about tattoos?"

He looks down at his arms that were fully inked, rotating them so he can get a better look at how many tattoos he has just on his arms