Just Friends(on Hold)

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"The Starry Night is an oil on canvas by the Dutch Post-Impressionist painter Vincent Van Gough. Painted in June 1889, it depicts the view from the east-facing window of his asylum room at Saint-Rémy-de-Provence , just before sunrise, with the addition of an idealized village.It has been in the permanent collection of the Museum of Modern Art in New York City since 1941, acquired through the Lillie P. Bliss Request. It is regarded as among Van Gogh's finest works and is one of the most recognized paintings in the history of Western culture." Mr.Mclaughlins says in two breaths.

I stare at the painting in awe. It was an amazing piece. It was the veiw Vincent Van Gough had from his asylum window.

I stood closer to the painting, looking at the individual brush strokes. It was truly remarkable.

"Would you like to have a lunch break? We can go to The Scream after."Mr.Mclaughlin smiles as i nod.

Mr.Mclaughlin walks towards the 'Dining Hall', He takes off his white gloves and adjusts his bowtie.

What a fucking dork

I race after him, sweat inbetween my thighs and under my arms. I was glad we were breaking.

Running after Mr.Mclaughlin is hard work.

"What would you like to get? Everythings free for employees."Mr.Mclaughlin neatly folds his gloves into his dress pant pocket.

"Oh, I'll take anything boritto right now." I feel my mouth salvating at the thought of devouring a burrito.

"Oh okay. Any preferences?" Mr. McLaughlin holds his hands behind his back in a butler stance.

"Nope! Just no Nacho Cheese." I watch McLaughlin leave and within 5 minutes he had two burritos for me. From Taco Bell.

"Aw, thanks Mr.McLaughlin!" I smile and look at the receipt. One five layer one bean burrito.

What a nice dude

"No problem! I must go back to my office now. To eat my packaged lunch." Mr.McLaughlin bowed down with a sad expression on his face and i couldnt understand why.

"Oh, well okay. I was hoping you'd stay but thats fine!" I nod as Mr.McLaughlin smiled bitterly and walked off.

I ate my burritos in silence, not even a moan from the amazing taste, like i always do. Not today.

I dont know why, but Mc.McLaughlin just made me happy, he didnt have to do anything. Just his smile made me happy.

I sadly finished my borittos.

Walking over to the trash I bump into someone. "Oh! Im so sorry!" I immediately drop to the floor and begin to clean up the spilt trash.

"No! Its okay! Let me clean it up, ma'am." A very handsome man kneals down beside you to help clean up.

"By the way, I'm David." David smiles at you.

"Im.. Im.. Diane." I make up a fake name to tell the man. He could be a murderer for all i know.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." David smiles, but it didnt make me want to smile back like Mr.McLaughlin's smile did.

"Well, thank you." I felt uneasy about this man, it was something about his cinnamon red colored eyes that made my stomach drop.

"Hey, here's my number. Call me." David takes out a slip of paper and hands it to me, red spots were visible around the bottom of the paper.

"Uh... Ok." I nod and lift myself up. I throw out my trash and briskly walk away, feeling his eyes burning holes into the back of my skull.

Im obviously not gonna call him.

Or should i?

Whatever, im going over to Mr.McLoughlin's office anyway. I have time to make up my mind.

I walk down the dim lit hall towards Mr.McLoughlin's office, passing the now empty ones of other employees.

I hear faint sobs.

Who was it?

Was that Mr.McLoughlin?

Or was it another intern?

I begin to tip toe towards Mr.McLoughlin's office, thw cries turning into faint words.

I reach the door and crack it open silently.

"P-Please just take me back!"

"Sean leave me the fuck alone, we are done."

"No! Please! I'll try to be better!"

"No, fuck off. We are over."

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Mr.McLoughlin threw his phone across the roon and put his head in his hands in shame.

His sobs grew

And grew

And grew

Until

They

Just

Stopped

"I-Intern?"