You took a step back to look at your finished work. Everything had it's place and looked tidy, showing off your true organization potential. This is when you remembered what George had told you when they picked you up at the airport.
"Don't worry about work right now, you can just get set up today." Your smile grew bigger and you prepared to flop down onto your new bed, allowing your sore muscles rest from what a workout unpacking had been. Well, until a voice rang through the apparent.
"Dinner!" A low groan came up from the back of your throat and you had to resist the urge to fall face first onto the bed. You opened your bedroom door and walked into the kitchen, mumbling the whole way.
"Hey." Jorel was the first to notice your presence.
"Hello." You greeted, taking a seat at the only empty place at the dinner table. You were about to lean over to the pizza box in the middle of the table, but Danny had beaten you to the action and held out a piece on a plate for you. "Oh, thank you!" You gave him a large smile before taking the plate and resting it in front of you. When everyone had their food, the seven of you began to ate. The boys talked to each other and you contently listened.
"How about you, y/n?" You paused from placing your cup down and tilted your head to the side.
"Me?" You asked, feeling the need to shrink into the seat. Damn you, shyness. The group nodded and looked at you, waiting for an answer. "W-well, I like (favorite show)."
"We're going to have to record that for you, then." Jordon flashed you a smile before taking another bite of his pizza.
"You don't have to, it's fine." You hands retreated to your lap, where your thumbs twiddled together in order to calm the nervousness resting in your center.
"Nah, it's fine." Dylan said while scooting his chair back and standing up, walking over to the fridge and grabbing the liter of soda. "Anyone need more?" He asked the group, who just shook their heads. You had just allowed your hands to go free and picked up the glass when you realized you were out of (beverage of choice). Oh, come on. You thought, mouth pressing into a thin line. You just glared at the cup for awhile before finally deciding to ask Dylan for more.
It was weird, your current situation. No, not the lack-of-drink one. The whole band thing. Not only did you just move in with six (fairly attractive) guys you basically had just met, but you were expected to work for them as well. Surely, if you were more socially adapt, this would be an issue. But, since you had the social interaction level of a walnut, it sadly was. Y/n, he's going to sit down soon if you don't speak up!
"Hey, Dylan?" You questioned in a panicked tone, seeing that he was just about to pick up his cup to return to the table. "Can you get me more (beverage of choice)?"
"Yeah, sure." He offered you a warm smile and came over to the table to get your glass, which you gladly handed it to him.
"So, y/n, what did you do before this job?" George suddenly asked.
"Well, I used to help out at an office of a day care. Basically, my job was to enroll the kids and take care of any paperwork." You answered him, a smile coming onto your face when Dylan walked back over with a full cup. You quickly thanked him as your eyes traveled down to your plate and deciding you were done eating.
"What happened?" Jorel asked curiously, peeking over the rim of his Red Bull as he took a sip.
"The realtors couldn't afford the space anymore and shut down the building. I, and everyone else there, lost their jobs." Your voice had gotten softer towards the end of the sentence, as you remembered the letter you had gotten in the mail a month before the closure.
"Damn, that sucks." Jordon shifted in his seat, a frown coming onto his face. You quickly decided to save the moment, trying not to lower the mood.
"I've received lots of emails from parents of some of the kids with updates on their new schools. As long as the kids are happy, all of the staff-well, ex-staff, are happy too." You smiled at them while taking a sip of your refilled drink.
"They're that age were they are always happy, though." Matty commented. Your eyebrows arched at him and you placed down your drink. Some of the anxiety you had felt earlier faded away, allowing you to speak your mind to a degree.
"Tell that to the kid who chucked a block at my face."
"That was probably your fault." Dylan hummed.
"Yup, totally my fault." Sarcasm laced every inch of your voice.
"See? You just admitted it!"
"Dylan, don't make her quit on the first day." George laughed while leaning back into his chair.
"No promises."
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Fanfiction❝Here's to the ghosts so afraid of the day, if you let go, will you promise that you'll stay in my shadow?❞ Y/n L/n has never been one to stand out. For as long as she could remember, she had blended into the background, as if she was invisible. It...
