Damianya one shots
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Whilst Anya was having a horrible day, Damian hadn't known that it was him that had made her feel this way. He was too busy overthinking his plans for Valentine's Day. Unbeknownst to the two a certain trio were spying on them (again).
"Well Bossman has already came with about 20 different ways to ask his crush out." Said Emile, munching on his fifth donut.
"You still don't know who he likes, do you?" Ewen asked, sighing.
"Of course I do!"
"Then who is it, pea brain?" Becky asked, giving him a smirk of victory.
"Anya, obviously." He said, sticking his tongue out at her.
"Anyways, Anya looked disappointed at the photo Desmond dropped, so what did you mess up this time?" Becky said, giving Ewen an accusing look.
"Look, I-i didn't do anything! You asked me to put a photo of Anya in his hand so I did!" Ewen replied, waving his hands about.
"Then what is this?" Becky asked holding up the photo Anya had seen.
"That's the photo of Anya." He replied, defensively.
"Guys, calm down. Anya is on that photo so I'm sure she must just be overwhelmed with happiness, I mean so would I if I found out Bossman liked me." replied Emile, nonchalantly.
"We all knew you'd come out sometime, but I'm deeply honoured you came out to us, Emile." said Becky, with a smug look on her face.
"Yeah Emile, I thought you'd come out in front of me and Bossman, not this prick." Replied Ewen, with fake disappointment.
"What?! No-no I meant if I was a GIRL!" Emile said, turning a deep shade of red.
"Hahahahahaha!!" They both began laughing so hard they were crying.
"That was NOT FUNNY!!" Emile screamed, as he felt betrayed by the pair.
"Uh huh. But on a serious note, this photo isn't JUST Anya. And y'know how she's not the best at reading situations." Becky said, worrying for her naive friend.
"Yeah. But think about it, every single romance always has misunderstandings until the end when they figure I out on their own and start dating." Ewen said, proudly.
"You're right. Even if she didn't understand I'm sure sooner or later she'll figure it out on her own." Emile agreed.
"So that means until then, we're gonna have to help Desmond and try keep them together as much as possible." Becky replied, with a mischievous smile.
"Hey Bossman, have you heard of the love experts?" Ewen asked, whilst Becky was snickering in the background.
"No. Who are they?" Damian replied, knowing that something was going on.
"Well y'know the way that every romance always has those friends who help them get together. We thought we'd try help you as much as possible, even though we don't know who you like." Ewen said, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"Yeah, you're right, but who is 'we'?" Damian asked, knowing something fishy was going on.
"Me and Emile of course!" He replied, sweat dripping off his forehead.
"Thanks for the offer, but I don't need any help. Now I need to go study for the exam in two weeks so don't disturb me." Damian said, whilst walking away.
"HE SAID WHAT?!" Becky screamed, smoke blowing out her ears.
"He said HE DIDNT NEED ANY HELP!" Ewen screamed back, trying to defend his Boss.
"DESMOND, THAT SON OF A-" Becky was just about finish when...
"BLACKBELL SHUT UP! Ewen its true you could have done better, but why don't we just work in the background and let destiny do its thing." Emile said, feeling proud.
"Emile, that is the most heartfelt thing you've ever said that's not about food." a teary-eyed Ewen replied.
