BBSquad [One Shots]

Sarcasm {Craig}

"Your negative attitude is really messing with my positive vibe."

"The only vibe you're getting is from that old man in the corner and I wouldn't exactly call it positive," I retorted casually.

"I've honestly had enough of you. You're rude, inconsiderate, and offensive-"

I laughed. "Wow, you a detective or something?"

She stormed out then, flipping her hair on the way out the door.

The echoing click of her heels led my boss out of his office and he stared at me with another annoyed glance.

"What did you say this time?"

"This one was just overly dramatic. At least the others had a reason to quit—"

"Look," Mark sighed. "You've worked for me for over a year now and there have been plenty of employees who've come and gone, and you're usually the one to blame. Either you get along with the next one or you're fired."

I shook my head and smiled. "You can't really mean that, Mark? Come on, I can work the diner by myself. I know it's hard having people walk in and out of here, but I've worked through all of it by myself."

"That's my point. You need a break. If you keep scaring off the other employees, you're going to overwork yourself."

Mark went to his office in the back while I continued to do my job. I certainly didn't need a break and even if I did, I couldn't afford one.

The next few days flew by until a certain someone came strolling into the diner, wearing a worn black suit. He wore a bright smile as he walked up to me.

"I'm Craig, is this Mark's Diner?"

"I'm guessing you didn't see the large, neon sign outside.'"

"Funny," he grinned. "I'm here to speak to the manager."

I already knew that Craig was practically my new co-worker since Mark was not at all picky when it came to employees.

Before calling Mark from the back, I sat at the counter with Craig since the Diner wasn't much busy at the time.

"Favorite food?" I asked. He scrunched his eyebrows together, probably wondering

"Anything with kale," he answered. I mentally cringed.

"Have you worked in a diner before?"

He shook his head, still wearing an optimistic smile on his face. The poor boy wouldn't last ten minutes.

"Final question and the most important, what is your favorite show?

"Definitely Keeping Up With the Kardashians."

Before he could say anything else, I walked quickly to Mark's office. He looked up from his computer in interest, knowing that I would usually only knock on the door to call him out.

"Yes?"

"Pick anyone else. Literally anyone. I'll pay you to pick anyone else."

"You're talking about Craig," he laughed. "He's my nephew. You're going to have to get used to it. Besides, I thought you'd like him. You two have a lot in common."

Common, my ass.

I let out a frustrated groan. "I didn't see a man out there. I saw a reject from The Sound of Music. He told me his favorite food is kale. Kale! For christ's sake, Mark."

Mark only laughed knowingly. I followed him in annoyance as he walked out the door to see Craig.

"What are you doing messing with my best employee, Craig?" Mark grinned.

"Just having a bit of fun. Right, babe?" He winked at me and I rolled my eyes. "I'm ready to start when you are."

And so Mark gave him a basic tour of the diner and a uniform. Craig started in less than twenty minutes and that boy could work.

He was bending down to grab some napkins behind the counter when I decided to talk to him again.

"So what happened to 'I like kale, I've never worked in a Diner' guy?"

Craig smiled at me. "Just wanted to see how you'd react. I'm pretty sure I'm going to like messing with you."

"Well, then. Feel free to subtly admire me while you're here, but if you say any more stupid shit, I'm going to beat you up and take your lunch money."

"You just love to give off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at, don't you? I think we should have a serious chat about your life choices," he remarked.

"Fix me up with six cups of coffee and I'll tell you my entire life story. If not, then fuck off."

He put his hands up in mock surrender and continued to do whatever he was doing. I had finished all of my duties quick and easy, and Craig was trying to finish his quickly.

There weren't any customers and I didn't want to spend the rest of my shift silently cursing at Craig, so I grabbed a wet rag and wiped down the tables. Though, I could still feel his stare as I worked.

"Any longer and I'd have to classify you as a stalker," I turned around to see him looking at me.

"Any shorter and you'd probably fade out of existence," he retorted.

I was fuming. This is how it must've felt when I annoyed all of my previous coworkers. I was starting to feel an ounce of regret, just starting.

"You've been here for a few hours and I've already had enough of your stupid remarks. I'm going to throw this stupid mug at your stupid face."

Craig shrugged and walked over to me, his body looming over mine as I held one of the Diner mugs in my hand. His lips came close to my ear as he whispered, "do it. I dare you."

"This takes finesse and focus. You'll have to give me a moment—"

And that's when he kissed me.

Though, I ended up panicking and throwing the mug at his face anyways.

Needless to say, we've been together for years now.

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