𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼

Night Shifts

A/n: Inspired by the short film by Finn Wolfhard. No spoilers cause they're different stories just inspired but kind of lowkey similar not the same characters but yeah.

Warning?

(Y/n:)

I was letting boredom take over me while I just stood there behind the checkout counter. It was the middle of the night, I mean I don't know why the hell I chose this job! Like I almost decided to take drugs just to stay awake. That was until I heard the door open, "great another customer!" I thought to myself sarcastically. My eyes almost closing I was looking away from the customer. "Welcome to the depressing convince st- HOLY SHIT IS THAT A GUN!" I said cutting myself off ducking underneath the table.

The thief began to yell at me. "Empty register now!" I heard him yell in a weird accent that I think I recognized. Wait, why was I scared? It wasn't like my life wasn't depressing enough that I cared about my life. I got up and blinked at him a few times.

I decided that I wanted to annoy this guy. "Yeah, well turns out this place is broke, maybe you want to rob some other store?" I said in a serious tone and the guy holding the gun scoffed at me. "What? I'm serious! Fine I'll empty the fucking cash register!" I said emptying the cash register, with only a few notes and cents inside.

He lowered his gun. "Seriously? Yuri told me this place had good cash?" I laughed as he spoke. I'm sorry but this coming from a scary looking guy who was trying to rob me? This was hilarious. I put the cash back in register.

I shook my head. "Sorry dude, you've got the wrong place. I think he was talking about next door, this is the convenience store. The banks next door." I said leaning on my arm as I talked to him. Then I saw him slap his head and groan. "Well, I have some candy if you want so-" I said cutting myself off as he lowered his mask, it was a face I recognized.

He looked at me slightly confused as to why I looked so shocked. "What? Have I got something on my face?" He spoke softer than before.

I shook my head. Then I realized who he was, he was Boris Pavlikovsky. An old friend of mine, the really horny one. That's the only reason why I had given him a blow job was because of how horny he was. But there was another one... he was blonde... Theo! Yeah, Theo was his name. He was the smart one. "B-Boris?" He stared at me in confusion.

He looked around, I think he was looking for anyone else. "How the fuck do you know my name!" He whisper yelled at me.

I giggled. He really didn't remember me? Did he? "It's me the girl who gave you a blow job." I said  but he still looked quite confused. "You don't remember me?"

Boris looked like he got lost in thought for a moment. "Ya, ya... but which one?" He said and I scoffed. But last time I remembered he did get bitches, there was this one girl named Kaylee, which he called Kutko. But he called me Detka which is baby in Russian. He only kept nicknames for us both, and whenever Boris and Kaylee got in a fight I would have sex with him to make him feel better. It wasn't like Boris didn't have other girls that he used for sex, there was other girls. But I apparently was his favorite. He was still lost in thought but suddenly his head shot up. "Detka?!" He said smiling.

I smiled sarcastically. "Ding, ding, ding!" I said mimicking a bell. He climbed over the counter instead of just walking around like a normal person. He held my face in his hands and smirked. "Have you got in contact with Theo?" This shop was located where Theo grew up, New York well mainly grew up. We all use to live in Las Vegas, that was until we split up. Theo was the first to leave, then me since my dad had died and my mom being the only one still alive, I moved to New York. However she died recently, in a car accident. Sure it was sad but she never gave me that much attention anyways.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, mean Potter?" I nodded remembering how Boris use to call Theo Potter instead of his real name because he looked like Harry Potter. "Haven't heard from him since 16 or some shit..., hey you sell drugs or cigarettes here?" He asked while replying still holding my face. "You know you've got prettier! My Krasotka (I forgot how to spell it)!" He said as he hugged me.

Krasotka means pretty girl or something like that in Russian. I smirked. "You don't look bad either." I said hugging him back. "C'mon the cigarettes are this way." I said leading him in the workers only area where all the drugs and shit were. He took as much as he could, Boris was always greedy when it came to free drugs, unless of course someone else wanted some too. The door opened again. A new customer? This was the most customers I've gotten, ever. Me and Boris walked out of the workers only area. The guy looked quite frazzled.

The guy sighed. "Two packs of cigarettes please." He said.

"Potter?" Boris spoke up and Theo exchanged looks with me and Boris.

"Y/n? Boris?"