✨(Mature):Nick n Charlie's One Shot Stories✨

🎬Cooking Up🥣Your Love🍳: (Part 1)

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DashTheTransBoi

Charlie's Pov.

I sat on my sofa, glaring at my tv, and at his stupid face, Nellie laid her head in my lap as I petted her.
"Who does he think he is! It's clearly fake!!" I huffed.
I switched the channel,

"And now , back to our interview with Nicholas Nelson.."

I changed it again.

"Nick-"

And again

"Nelson"
And AGAIN

"So Mr. nelso-"

I turned the tv off and sighed leaning my head back, the quiet of my apartment buzzing in my ears.

"Nellie I have to find a job, or else we'll have to go live with Tori and Michael .."
I sighed.

She jumped off me to go eat in the kitchen as I grabbed my laptop from the coffee table.
I sat cross legged, and opened it up as I started applying for jobs.

I had gone to cooking school and graduated, after that I got an internship in Paris, and was able to open up my own restaurant after finding an old closed down building that had a small flat above it.
Well, my restaurant was failing.
Miserably. .

I had a few regulars, but it wasn't enough to pay my bills, let alone keep the restaurant.
I even took up pastry classes to learn  desserts and it still..just wasn't enough.

I applied to every single cooking related job I could Possibly find, mass sending my resume to them all.
Before closing my laptop, and setting it back down on the table.

I grabbed the throw off the back of my sofa, the warm glow of my cozy living room the only light on.
Just so I could save some electricity at night.
But to be honest I was just scared of sleeping in the dark.

I laid down, falling asleep on the sofa.

I woke up in a panic as my phone started ringing,
I reached around for it realizing I wasn't in bed.
I peered out through sleepy eyes as I found it had fallen on the floor.
I groaned reaching for it and accepted the random number.

"Hello" I said in a groggy voice.
It was early in the morning. ..

"Good morning, may I speak with Charles Spring, please?" A woman said on the other end.
I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes, my hair a total mess.
"Yes, this is him. " I said

"Hello, Mr.Spring, my name is Tara Jones, I'm a  hiring/ personal assistant at the Stop Heart Filming Studios..we received your resume and application and wanted to invite you to move forward with the hiring process, normally we would interview, but we are currently short on time with the production schedule of our company and you are certainly over qualified, would you be interested?" She said.

My tired eyes widened, suddenly awake.
"Y-yes. Yes ofcourse. But, what does my cooking have to do with-"
She cut me off.
"Sorry Mr. Spring, I have to go now but please stop by for an introduction day today if you'd like, or you can stop by tomorrow and we'll go over all the details as well as have you sign all the paperwork.. I'll text you our location. Have a great morning and a great day, see you soon! And welcome to the company!"
And with that she hung up.