MarriageForVisaLand

Excuse Me?

Dodie

''And don't forget to subscribe, and like it if you liked it if you like and I'll see you guys in the next video!'' I ramble it out as quickly as I can.

I give the camera one last smile and a cheesy thumbs-up before I stand up and turn the camera off. I detach the camera from the tripod and take the memory stick out. While I put it on my desk, I think that if I take a few hours to edit this tomorrow, I might be able to get it up tomorrow evening. I don't want to rush it though, I really like this video. Even though doing tags might not be the most original thing ever, it can be a lot of fun.

I go over to my wardrobe and open it. I look around for my cosy jumper, the one my dad bought me on holiday three years ago. I grab it and put it on. I walk over to the bathroom, put some make up remover on a cotton pad and clean all the makeup off my face, I dont have to go out anymore anyway. I go downstairs and put the kettle on. While the water's boiling, I scramble through the kitchen cupboard to find Evan's and my favourite mugs. When the water's done, I pour it in the mugs and dunk a tea bag in a few times. I put no less than three sugars in his tea, the way he likes it. I guess you can take the boy out of America, but you can't take America out of the boy. I go to his room and am surprised to find his door closed. Evan's door is never closed, not even when he sleeps. Unsure of what to do, I knock. Then, I realise this is ridiculous and I just open the door.

As I walk in I say ''Evan, I got you some t-'', but I stop halfway as I am surprised to see Evan sitting on his bed, bent over with his head in his hands, a bunch of serious-looking papers around him.

''What are you doing?'' I ask, while putting the tea on his desk.

''I... I got fired.'' he says.

''Oh Evan'' I say ''I'm so sorry. Did they tell you why?'' He looks up at me now, and weirdly, he looks more worried than upset.

''Yeah, well, they didn't exactly have to tell me.'' he starts off. ''As you know, my boss is a huge asshole. Infamous for yelling at everyone, I wouldn't be surprised if he yelled at the squirrels in the streets. Today, I needed to talk to him about this report I'm doing. As I walk in, he's yelling at his secretary, Melissa, the usual of course, but then I see he has his hand raised up to hit her!''

I can hear the anger rising up in his voice, he had had conflicts with his boss in the past, but he'd usually gotten away with them because he did his job so well.

''I could have just walked away, Melissa can look after herself well enough, but I'd really had enough of his bullshit. As he saw me, of course he immediately stopped and asked me what the hell I was doing there. I didn't even answer, I just started shouting and swearing at him.''

''Not my proudest moment.'' he says, but the grin on his face suggests otherwise.

''Anyway, after I was done, he fired me on the spot. Which was really well played, because if I try to report him or press charges against him now, nobody will believe me. They'll think I'm just bitter because I lost my job, and I have no proof.'' he sighs.

''What do you mean, no proof?'' I say, confused. ''Melissa was there, she was the victim!''

''Yeah, but Melissa won't do anything. She's almost 60, and she can't type properly, she won't get hired anywhere else, and she knows it.''

''Oh my god, will she be okay?'' I ask.

''Yeah, I think so. I asked Leroy, the security guy, to keep an eye out for her, and he's a good guy.''

''Well'' I say, shoving some papers aside before finally sitting down, ''That really sucks, but I don't get what the problem is. You can get a new job in no time right? You always have loads of job offers, don't you?''