twenty five.

213 5 3

by austlerarl

by austlerarl

eclipse: austin? [failed]

eclipse: hello? [failed]

eclipse: please [failed]

eclipse: you can't treat me like this [failed]

eclipse: i'm sorry... [failed]

[5 messages unsent. try again?]

confirm deny

*****

"ugh" he mumbles taking a deep breath before throwing his phone against the table of the staff room. how could someone be so hardhead to that point?!

"hey, chandler" cray appears in the room, her hands too busy putting her hair up. "guess who's in table 5? hint: it's your favorite client" she winks at her bestfriend. chandler sighs.

"favorite? he's the worst!" he complains while walking around looking for his notepad, so he could go back to work.

"what? i thought you were doing ok!"

"we were... but i'm almost sure he hates me now."

"how?" she asks.

"let's just say... he found out i'm not, like, a girl."

"wait, did he found out who you are? i told you he seemed too smart for your little games, chan!" she warns, pulling one chair to take a sit.

"do you think i'm stupid, cray? obviously he has no idea who i am, but still... it didn't work as well as i thought it would. he's really stubborn, y'know? i've never met someone like him."

"aw" cray laughs poking the boy standing up by her side. "that's actually cute, look at you, you're pratically melting over him!"

"what? no, that actually sucks. i'm not the type who cuddles in the couch watching silly movies, i don't do 'love' and you know that."

"but you've been staring at him since he started coming here, and it's been a while" she args. chandler couldn't deny he had interest in austin since the very first moment, but this was totally different.

"yes, i always stare at him 'cause i'm distracted thinking about how cute he'd look with his clothes off. that's me, chandler, i like candy, magazines and having meaningless sex with cute boys."

"you say so" she rolls her eyes before laying her head over the table. "i'm so tired... can you cover me?"

chandler glances at her with a "seriously, cray?" look in his face.

"oh, pleaseeeeee..." she begs. as a good bestfriend and employer, he takes his apron and sentences the end of the break.

"i'm gonna charge you for that later, miss."