One shots

Fastfood chain au 1

'We have a free refill policy for soft drink and you've prepared several empty bottles what the fuck' Au

Briar's pov:

In general, i loved working at McDonald. We, the staff, got 1 hamburger a day for free and the hours weren't so bad. I worked as cashier and so got to meet many, many people. And there were also many weird people. People who came over to me, to order and pay, and spoke to me like i was their longtime friend. That wasn't the weird part, the weird part was when they took a paper towel and wrote their number and name on it. Who gives their name to some random stranger?

"It's because you're hot Bri", Jessy would say to me time and time again when i asked her that.

"Even if i were hot, that isn't a good reason to give me your number. I could be the most boring person on the planet, the creepiest and then i have your number forever!!" I answered then.

"They don't want to have a long, deep conversation Bri. That's not what teenage boys think about. And, sweetie, you wear hello kitty socks. You are the most adorable girl in all of Toronto."

"They don't see my socks!" In my defense, this is true. You don't see the socks of your cashier, that's one of the reasons i always wear that kind of socks.

"It's written on your face", Jessy says while turning away to pick up her order. She leaves without a bye, but with a wave.

"Well, end of conversation i guess", i grumble to myself.

"If you need someone to talk to, other then yourself, i'm free", some random dude says to me.

I give him the most friendly smile i can muster: "No thank you."

And that was my afternoon.

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"Briar, i hate to ask you this but could you take over for a few minutes. My kid is sick and i got to take him home from school. I'll be back in no time, i promise." Sadie says. She middle-aged and frankly one of the nicest people i know. I cannot count how many times she has taken over my shift.

"It's the least i can do. Take your time, it's a school night so it's not gonna be busy." I say.

"Thank you so much!" She says before speeding away.

"Hey Margo, can you be here by yourself for i while. I have to do the canteen."

"Yes i know, i heard your conversation since i was standing right here the whole time." She snarls. "And it isn't a damn canteen"

It's clear Margo doesn't like me very much. Jessy says because she's jealous, which doesn't sound very believable. Margo is very pretty and one of the sweetest cashiers, plus if i were her I wouldn't be jealous i would be fucking relieved.

The first thing i see when i walk in the canteen, i like to call it a canteen because to me it looks like one, is a group of guys throwing fries at each other. Great. One of them is filling a couple of cups, i assume he's one of the guys. Now that i look better one of them is the on who offered me to talk to him. Even better.

At the other side of the room a group of girl are laughing and giggling while looking towards the guys. For a second i wanted to go over and tell them to go for it, until i realized the girls were 4 years younger. And at their age, such an age difference didn't seem appropriate.

One of the girls waved at me to get my attention and while i went over i looked back at the guys to see the cup feeler back with his friends. I was right.

"What can i do for you?"

"We just wanted to know, which one of the guys you thought was the hottest. You see, we're having a disagreement and Kayla over there says she likes one of them more because she's older, we think that's bullshit."

"This is where i come in." I say.

"This is where you come in, cause you are obviously older than us... sorry, anyway which one is the hottest?" Kayla asks me.

I looked back over at the boys, and just when i was about to answer i see "cup filler guy" go over to fill some more cups and bottles. The last time wasn't even 5 minutes ago.

"Excuse me for a second, i'll answer when i handled that guy!" I say to the group of girls.

I go over to stand almost right next to the guy and lean against the table. When the guy looks up, i give him one of my best 'what the hell'-face, "what the actual fuck."

"This probably looks weird." The guy says while giving me a cute smile.

"Probably?" I ask him with a heavy layer of sarcasm. "So what, your mother banned you from soft drinks because you came late home from a party. You forgot to pick up your brother? Or?"

"Well, none of the above." He says, continuing his filling of bottles.

"So??" I urge him. This guy is going to have to explain.

"Well remember when one of my friends over there hit on you?" He asks me, when i nod he continues. "Well, i actually wanted you to come with us so i could converse with.. you?" He does an adorable squishy face, and i would have died on the spot if i wasn't so confused.

"You wanted to... converse with me?" I ask him.

"Yeah..."

"And you figured, this is the fastest way to get her attention?"

"Yeah, plus free soft drinks. It's a win-win situation really." He says looking of into the distance.

I laughed softly, "A win-win situation for you, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"Are you gonna keep saying 'yeah to everything i say?" I ask him

"Yeah"

"That's because he's nervous!!" One of the guys behind him yells. In response the guy gives him a thumbs up.

"Well, what's your name?"

"Myles."

"Okay well Myles, i am Briar-"

"That's so pretty", he says softly to himself before blushing.

"Thank you, so i normally don't do this, but what's your number? I want to converse with you too."

"Are you going to use this against me?" Myles asks me.

"Yeah."

And when i go back to those girl who watched this entire spectacle unfold and asnwer: "That one, definitely that one." Myles doesn't have to know.

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I return from war with a crappy one shot, and if that is not the most me thing i have ever done, i don't know what is. Also i lost mu iPod and want to Die. :)

As always, point out grammar mistakes. Also my vocabulary sucks today, you prob noticed... of u even read this far. Also i like commas, u probably noticed, and there i go again... anywaysssss... have a good day and evening i love bryles.