Consternation (DNF 9/11 A/U)

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Moxie's POV

I stood there frozen, unable to move at the sight in front of me. It was like my feet were glued to the ground as I watched an American Airline Plane Crash into the North tower with a loud booming bang.

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"Morning!" My coworker and fellow friend Darryl exclaimed as he finally realized it was me in the elevator with him.

"...Morning" I hesitated, not fully awake yet seeing as it was 7:54 in the morning and on my days off you would never find me waking up at 6:00 AM every morning to get ready. Thankfully, I was on my way to get a fresh cup of coffee to hopefully give me a burst of energy so I can make my way through the day.

It's surprising that someone can have as much enthusiasm in the morning as Darryl has, especially when working a boring Job like ours.

The elevator finally came to a stop with a 'ding' and Darryl I walked out, him going right and me turning left to go straight to the coffee machine to get my daily cup of pure black coffee.

I located a Dunkin Doughnuts coffee pod before putting it in the machine and clicking the 'Start' button watching the blackish brownish liquid ooze out of the Keurig hitting the bottom of the paper cup with a satisfying splatter sound.

After about a minute of waiting I opened the hatch at the top of the Keurig, throwing away the pod and taking my now warm cup in hand and walking to my office that I shared with two close friends named Clay and George.

When I got there, I sat my bag on the floor next to my chair, sat down and started up my work computer. Before going to put my password in I pulled back my suit to look at the time on my watch, the time which read that it was now 7:59 AM.

Mondays and Tuesdays I always got off at 2:30 PM instead of 4:55 PM like it usually was, and thankfully it was Tuesday today. I don't know if I would have been able to handle a full shift seeing as I stayed up late writing and listening to music again.

"You look tired," Clay laughed, grabbing his own cup of coffee and taking a sip out of it.

"Shut it." I said, pushing my sleeve back down, chuckling at his comment. He always had a way to make my day better no matter what it was.

Clay is one of my best friends and so is George, who seems to be running late again. Clay has always been like a brother to me, and we've known each other since 8th grade. George however, Clay and I met in high school when he transferred to Freedom high in Orlando Florida from Blatchington Mill from Brighton London.

"Seems like George is running late again." Clay rolled his eyes though it was clear he wasn't actually annoyed.

"He's 26, he needs to get it together." I laughed, shaking my head, picking up my coffee and pressing the side of the cup up to my lips, letting the hot liquid enter my mouth and swallowing shortly after. "This is the second time this week! And it's only Tuesday!" I said placing my coffee cup back down on a brown coaster that sat on my desk, then turning back to my monitor and putting in the short four-letter number password.

"It isn't his fault he sleeps so much; I'm telling you, that boy spends 85% of his days off sleeping!" Clay explained with lots of hand gestures making it extra dramatic. "He never has time to call me anymore, the second he gets home he goes to bed!" Clay paused. "Last time he came over to my house he ended up falling asleep, he's like sleeping beauty himself." I laughed at this seeing as there were no untrue statements with what he was saying. George really did sleep a lot. "Last time he was 9 minutes late, I wonder what it'll be today."

I nodded my head in agreement giving him a 'mhm' in response then both of us got busy and Intune with our work until we heard our office door bust open a little while later.

"I'm here! I'm here!" George said out of breath with his thick British accent lacing his voice.

"Great!" Clay exclaimed. "You're only..." he paused, looking down at his watch. "...12 minutes late!" Clay said, wheezing out of laughter at his own comment and from seeing George's reaction.

"12 minutes?! Really?! Ugh, that's more than last time! I can't believe I slept in late again." George groaned, walking over to his desk and sitting down.

"I asked Nick if he wanted to get together with all three of us this weekend. He said he'd have to check his schedule, but he should be able to." I said as I was typing away on my computer.

"Nice, it's been a while since we four have hung out together." George said, starting up his computer. "What time is it..." He asked, looking at his computer's bottom right corner. "It is... 8:13" He sighed. "Only seven more hours of work." He then rolled his eyes.

"Are you kidding?!" I asked with a laugh. "You've been here for probably less than 5 minutes and you're already complaining." I shook my head with a sigh. "Now, be quiet, I can't concentrate with you bozos distracting me."

"Hey, at least be thankful Nick works in the North tower, or else he would make work impossible to complete. I feel bad for Zak, because he has to deal with his blabbermouth 24/7." Clay snickered.

"Yeah, I couldn't imagine, your two's consent play fighting is enough to make my brain go the complete opposite way of what I should be focusing on." I said motioning between Clay and George, them looking at each other in unison and smiling trying to contain laughter.

"Work...Right?" George said trying to change the topic and his remark made Clay laugh aloud before concentrating on his own computer and George and I did that shortly after.