Why not? (A Eugene lee yang fanfiction✨)

Chapter 3

We all sit down as Ned starts the intro. "So today, we have a new member!" He says loudly. I do what I was told, and jump out from behind the camera and wave to it. "Ok, newbie tell us your name, where you come from and one interesting fact about your self." He asks. "Hi! I'm megan! If you couldn't already tell from the accent I'm from England! Born and raised in Brighton. One interesting fact? Hmm. I once spilt coffee down Brendon Uries shirt? Does that count?" I ask. They all laugh, except Eugene, of course. "That sure counts!" Zack says. "So what are we doing today?" Asks Keith. "Today, we're going to play truth or dare. We can get to know you a little more, eh Megan?" Ned says, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly. "I'm joking!" He says, putting his hands out as a surrender, "I have a wife." Everyone laughs, even Eugene.

"Ok," Keith says, turning to me, "truth or dare, Megan?" I think about it. You know what? Who cares. "Truth." Easy, right? Is that the wrong choice? "Tell everyone in the group your honest first impression of them. "Ok. Err," you stutter "Keith seemed nice, energetic, kind. Zack seemed adorable, which I can confirm is true. Ned seemed sweet, when I first arrived, he was helping a bird that couldn't fly!" Everyone laughs. "And.." Keith says. "Oh err Eugene seemed.." lie and make him seem nice? Or tell the opinion and sabotage his career? Ok so maybe a little dramatic but you never know. "He seemed lovely!" I settle on at the end. Eugene smiles triumphantly.

Time skidoo
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"We'll show you where you'll be sitting, Megan" Keith says. Ned and Eugene left again, so it was just me, Keith and zach. "Umm, you want to sit with us right?" I nod. "Well, you can sit next to Eugene then!" Keith say triumphantly. I look at them in horror, trying to work out what to say. "I, er, can ii err.." I'm cut off by Keith. "Wonderful!" He claps his hands together. "Now you get set up at your desk here, ok?" He asks. Knowing this is a pointless battle, I just nod. I sit at the desk and sigh.

Teeny tiny time skippppppo

"What are you doing?" Someone bluntly questions. "Editing." I swivel round in my chair to be faced with Eugene. "Look," I start, "I know you don't like me, and I don't like you, but we please try to get along," I pause, "somehow?" He scoffs. "As if intern." I look at him and growl. "I've told you before, I'm not an intern," he cuts me off? "Look girl, I'm a big director here and I know your not gonna last long here. So, why should I get to like you, huh?" He spins, as if to walk off. "I know you're upset, ya know, about your girlfriend and stuff," he turns round to face me, "but you don't need to act such an ass with me." He looks me dead in the eye. "Ya know, you know nothing about me."