5SOS Preferences and Requests (Part 2)

What If?

Floppy Dishtowels! It's happening. There's 10 chapters left of this book (including this one)! So hopefully I'll be able to end this book on a strong note.

I also hope you guys are liking these books. It means a lot to me that there's still readers of my insanity.

This chapter is actually an idea that PuritysPoison commented on the Who Are You Now? Chapter. Thank you so much darling. Love you.

I dedicate this chapter to you, the one who deals with my shit too, that I can seem to write down poo, dishtowels. xx

Ashton: "That'll be ten ninety-five." Ashton spoke through the drive through speaker.

He fixed his apron and got to work on the order of fried chicken. "Fuck you Mr. Bucket." He mumbled under his breath as he arranged the chicken.

"Ashton? Do you have a minute?"

He looked up and saw his boss impatiently tapping their foot.
"Just a second. I'm almost done with this order." He finished the transaction and despised the car that got to drive away.

"What is it Mr. Hanson?" Ash asked.

"It's your incessant drumming with your fingers. Customers are complaining, employees are complaining, Ashton you need to keep it down. I run a restaurant. Not a hippie coffee shop.
Need I also remind you of the Colonel Sanders incident?" Mr. Hanson stated, crossing his arms.

"No sir. I'm sorry. I can't help it. I get nervous and it's the only thing that keeps me from freaking out." Ashton explained, itching to drum his slender fingers on the countertops.

"If I hear one more complaint about you today, I'm going to have to let you go." Mr. Hanson walked off and left Ashton alone in the kitchen.

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"Ok I got two chicken strip meals, two lemonades, and an order of extra biscuits. Is that all for you?" Ashton yawned, cradling his head on his hand.

"That's it. Thanks."

"Your total comes to thirteen seventy-one at the first window." He mumbled, fidgeting with the pen in his other hand.

After he handed the food to the lady with half done makeup, and her screaming child, he sighed and tapped the window with his thumb.

He remembered when his sister asked him why he still worked here if he didn't like it. "It pays bills and helps me take care of you Loz. Don't worry about me. I'm fine." He had responded with a kiss to her forehead.

The truth is, he hated working here. He wanted to do something more, but he couldn't figure out what.

Subconsciously, Ashton began drumming his fingers against the cash register. He drummed along with a tune in his head and he tapped his foot to the beat.

Then he started to hum and found different sounds he could make with just his hands. A song formed in his mind and he played along, concentrated on the feeling he couldn't get rid of.

"Irwin!"

Ashton jumped and dropped his headset, earning a glare from Mr. Hanson.

"I told you to stop with that noise! You're a distraction and I cannot have that. Ashton, you're fired."

The words hit him like a brick wall. Fired? For being creative?

"Just leave your name tag and apron in the back. Your last paycheck will be in on Friday." Mr. Hanson snapped.

"Yes sir." Ashton replied softly.

Ashton grabbed his things and placed his apron and name tag together on the small desk in the back room.