Come Hither

Chapter 5: Mission: Love life

Andy

"That can't be right."

I scratch my head, swiping the beads of sweat that accumulated there.

Tucker turns around, arms crossed, wearing a frown.

"But that's what the manual says! This! Ugh! Manuals can't be wrong!"

I gently smack the pile of wrongly assembled gears with the screwdriver, while Tucker grabs the manual and tries to see where I went wrong.

"It says here you had to put the.. ma- What?"

I roll my eyes and scoff. "Exactly. This is why I'm better off being the secretary."

Tucker frowns even more and he scratches the back of his head.

Years of experience would tell me that Tucker is in need of a good sandwich.

"I'll go make some sandwiches." I start, immediately running off lest I want him to actually help him with this shit.

"Oh wai- Ugh, fine! Make it a four layered sandwich!"

I chuckle, able to see him shaking his head in my mind.

After brief work in the kitchen, I walk into the garage and find Tucker yelling "YES" repeatedly.

"OH-KAY, if this is your way of warning me that you are masturbating in the garage? If so, thank you for the notification! Adios!"

"Shut up, I did it!"

"Weally? Wittle Tucky Tuck did it?"

"Are you done being a bitch?"

"Depends, are you done having sex with auto parts?"

"Ha ha. Really funny, Andy. I'm not the one who reacts to Speedo mannequins."

"Those are life-like, perfectly understandable. On your case, Transformers  equals  porn."

"Bitch."

"Ass."

"Where's my sandwich?"

I hand him the four-layered ham, cheese, mayo, egg, and apple slice sandwich. I had to pull my hand back quick because of how tucker immediately shoved it to his mouth.

"Need a hand? Unless you'll try to bite it off again."

He rolls his eyes. My influence is strong.

"No thank you, you already set us back half a day."

"Say that again when I'm making sandwiches."

He just laughs and I lean on one of the shelves.
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Katrina

"Uh-huh? Nuh-uh. No way. Yes! Of course. Duh. Like, duh. Obviously."

I place my phone on my shoulder, managing to balance it on my face while painting my toenails.

The phone falls when Tina starts talking about Ella.

Ella Adams was a cheerful girl. Okay, she was a bitch and she loved gossip. Would you like her? Maybe. Would you hate her? Maybe. Would you kill her? I don't think so.

To know someone from your batch was gone, let alone killed.

I grab my phone.

"Hey, Tina, I'll talk to you later. My mom wants to ruin my life at the moment."

I hear her laugh and then hang up.

Why did she have to get killed?

I close my eyes and start thinking for reasons, but I only hear laughter outside.